There. That moment -
Something about the way that light falls. There are geometric forms, memory shapes, grasped in a precise moment. The heat of summer and a long prism of light passing through a gap in the curtains, that you drew to hide behind together.
Catch their eyes, catch your breath.
You're silent, but there's the sound of a car far away, droning of an aircraft fading into the sky, house shifting within its skin. Always fading, beautifully so, but no end, one note shifting in to replace the ones that have fallen beyond the threshold of hearing. Sky music.
Colours caught in the air and diamond motes. Can you remember? You were there. You still are.
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