morning somewhere, with someone, sunny. the table had that specific quality where everything on it looks like it belongs in a photo and you’re slightly suspicious of it. I took the photo anyway, which felt both necessary and a little embarrassing, the way it always does. the light was doing something through the window. we talked about something I don’t fully remember now. I remember it felt good to be there though, in that low-key way where nothing happens but the time passes well.