There was a boat, and there were only small amounts of wind. The water was too cold and the air was barely salty enough, and we paused too long for lack of breeze. But, well, nothing worth anything ever happens without some amounts of interruption.

There was music at night, my toes against his thighs. Blueberries stained our hands and teeth. We walked and stood in line while meeting strangers who offered us their homes. We ate pastries and pasta in the wrong but ever-so-right order. At night, the dark knight appeared as well as so many questions in our fingers.

and, well, there was only one way to find out the answers.