I hold your hand in mine as summer warmth and nightly wonder persuade us closer. In my arms you feel small and your face is turned and gently pressed, against my chest. Your bare feet match mine, and on the concrete beneath us, lies chalk portraits from girls and boys. In awe of night and dark each star delivers a promise to yield curiosity and thought. Where amongst the silence of the sky and the calm of the wind we collect from each other and in lack of words do not find lack of connection nor understanding nor comfort. Fleeting moments of time where there is nothing else but two people in an insurmountable universe where surely their lies everything – yet in these moments they feel as if they have already attained it.