And wake up where the clouds are far behind me. That place exists. I have seen it. It was right next to me when we were driving down that road and she started crying. It was there on the last day of my stay, on the bed, listening to Arovane. It was there in that box I gave her with a pair of comfy shoes I found. It was there, in that small box she gave me with beautiful thoughts in it. And it was there, on that warm evening at that installation of Stella, when we first saw it. And it was there on that warm summer morning at the park near the lake. I remember that place.

I wonder if life is nothing but a set of moments when we get to experience the beauty that captures us, that captures our imagination, that drives us to do more, see more, feel more. Beauty that lets us hurt more, love more. These moments are products of the everyday, the unplanned, the unexpected. I miss these moments. They drive me to see more in this world, to see what it has to bring rather than what it has to take. Through this lens I get to see the people, the places in a different, softer light. It’s been a while I saw such light, it’s been a while I have let myself go and closed my eyes enough to allow my imagination to wander and see more than what the naked eye could see…