Drifting through the sparse lands with steady steps and a trained gaze, your desultory travels are fueled by experience and childhood memories.

An urge to return stopped your steps, and you comply with curiosity.

What a pleasant surprise it was, to be swept off your feet by two familiar faces on such a sudden impulse. Maybe you three were meant to be, to meet on complete coincidence.

Your heart warms at the dear sight of a mischievous smile, of another’s stoic gaze.