This piece is about the feeling of a memory - like an old photo from someone's personal archive.
That quiet, shy excitement of a first moment together. Someone you trust beside you. The sea. No rush to be anywhere.
A moment that, years later, still feels just as warm and alive.
I had a dream recently. They usually fade when I wake up, but this one stuck with me in fragments. I remember feeling safe, the sense of touch and that curly haired guy. We sat under a tree, just talking about nothing. For the first time I felt no stress. I tried to capture him