“Ah, a beach again”, I thought, staring at the old photograph.
“You seem like a man with a lot of experience”, startled me.
“What?!?!?” (No sound, just a movement of the lips)
“What time is it?”, the voice asked.
“01:01”, I said. (Why am I not surprised?)
“Because when you do something that you love, no matter what it is… and you do something that you love… You do it well and ahh…”, she continued.
Then my glance through the window – just a silence glued on the glass.
Where are we?
between the pebbles
the first kiss