An encounter that started with a voluntary rush to the place briefly smoothed the long-standing desolation in their world.
Underneath the tenderness of getting along day and night, there is restlessness, suspicion and silent pulling.
Tenderness is true, and so is boredom.
We all go our separate ways, and all kinds of things in the past...
Intention: The borrowed spring will eventually be returned, and we cannot wait until every year.