Warm Sunset

Lavender and orange skies, with the window of the passenger side door down. Music loud enough to hear over the roar of wind against your face, driving on a long stretch of road leading to anywhere. Laughter bubbling from the seat next to you and behind you, with a warm haze of what feels like a summer adventure in the air.

Midday Storm

Rain pattering against the window, with a chill settling into your bones even though a blanket is draped over your shoulders and wrapped as tight as possible. The grey sky makes the passage of time hard to tell, and the muted roar of thunder becomes background noise. There’s a subtle scent of wet asphalt—the petrichor, and you’re tempted to leave the comfort of shelter and instead stand outside in the rain, just to feel it kissing your skin and soaking your clothes.

Summer Dusk

The light from the sky is gone, replaced by a thick indigo-black veil and a spattering of stars across the dark sky. The air is still warm, but the rare brush of wind makes the hair on your neck stand up, sending a pleasant chill down your spine. The scent of a fire is light, and you can hear your friends laughing as they all climb into the trunk of the car, a blanket spread out with a few pillows, everyone on their backs and taking in the view of above.

Autumn Walks

Red, orange, gold, and brown leaves crunch under your feet as you chase your friends through the brush of a nearby forest. The crisp air clinging to the mist that’s quickly disappearing as the sun breaks through the clouds. One of you has a large stick, fending off the rest with humorous threats and wild swinging. You tackle a friend into a pile of leaves, a flurry of them scattering around you as you roll on the ground, everyone involved in near-tears as laughter echoes off the trees.

Nostalgic Goodbyes

Cool breeze, the golden and brown colours of the newcome autumn trees. Boxes, the musk of old books and cardboard and gas from a waiting but running car. Tenseness in a met gaze, torn away almost immediately. The offer to help and brushing hands, burning where skin met skin. Warm eyes, a dull gaze. An empty room, a full car. Choked laughs, soft goodbyes, and a hug that feels like once you let go, the chance for another will disappear forever.

Late Night Calls

The soft clacking of a keyboard, the burning cold glow of a screen. Echoing laughs, tired cheeks. Heavy eyes forced open by action on the screen. Typed out secret jokes, barks of laughter from nowhere. Soft gazes towards the camera, the blinking green light of it glowing faintly against another face. Gazes met through the screen, soft smiles and an eyeroll. Jokes about going to bed, clipped teasing and playful complaints. The hard, cool feel of the desk against your cheek, murmurs through a pair of headphones as the both of you fall asleep on call. The hollow pit in your chest filled with content as the two of you bask in the presence of one another, despite not even sharing the same air.