There's something almost petulant in the crisp summer evenings. The way the sun looks stark orange against a bored sky. //caption// Day 3: Letters to A. There's something almost petulant in the crisp summer evenings. The way the sun looks stark orange against a bored sky. It's something. Time moves really fast, have you noticed? I blinked twice that day and turned my head to watch you taking it all in. By that time, the moon was already up and the sun really low. Time could slow down. And we could take some time off and be right here, still. Maybe, we'll speak better and my hands won't hesitate to feel your face in them, the next time we come up here to watch the sun go down. Love, Sanjana.
