Somewhere Between Here And Gone
Ephemeral Intimacy
You stood there, half in the light, half in the moment, the kind of presence that turns seconds into something else. Not fate—too grand. Not coincidence—too small. Just a blink of the universe winking at itself. The train doors slid open, a rush of wind, the smell of rain and metal, and for a moment, the city folded around us, wrapped us up in its noise, its indifference, but you— you looked at me like you had something t...