Infectious eye contact. Young and full on the edge of a week. Excited. Rosy cheeked and skin unhurt by time and worry. Sketches on a note pad and poorly disguised cuts. The hard edges of an older approach when you thought like her. Stupid excitement. Endless possibility. The best shit ever created. Before cups of tea. No power in the drop. Flat. You were learning.

He was learning. Trying. Coming out of his shell. Safety discarded. Trying. We should do more of that. And we will. Endless tasks.

Taking the snake out of the city. Into the pits. The open ended. Light reflecting on still to my right. Light blocked off waves to my left. Exchanging. One more stop.

Infectious.