it’s just this one moment.
this one above all others, present and pure.
all other moments we’ve had as strangers, as building-mates, and as friends, in each time we meet, leads to this moment.
in the background everything goes soft, save the clinking of cutlery & glasses. it just all falls away into a lovely blur.
and i love to first remember how much you hate having your photo taken, and then second, how great all the images always come out.
thank you for indulging me, for your time, and for keeping everything in perspective.