The ticket is an unspoken whisper, and the seven-hour railway track measures the distance of the heartbeat. He drew her profile, and she recorded the tenderness of time. The wind of the Pacific blew away the last hesitation, and we met again at the airport many years later. All the unfinished words finally came to fruition: My world needs a galaxy. This time, what they hold is not just a ticket home, but a common journey home in the long river of time.
Intention: Walk hand in hand through the river of youth