Haze!
Walking by the riverside in the sunset light, a familiar warmth pounds in my heart. I try to hold on to it, but it is not how it works: as soon as you try to make it stay, it slips away. I used to think it was a special curse, not being able to hold on to the moments of pure beauty. Part of me still does, but the truth is not as macabre: you just need to learn to let go.