There’s a strong breeze that tosses his hair around.
How long? It hasn’t been a while yet.
Her eyes smile. Worry? Fatigue? They are care-worn and yet, they sparkle.
An unusual combination of a man. Different.
She smiles often.
An evening of fun. A little weariness.
Moments of silence, so quietly full of conversation.
The skyline glows with city lights.
Is this what dreams are made of?