Some evenings don’t look like much from the outside. Cicadas singing to the hum of the sconces. A couple of chairs, a table, and a couch tucked under the mosquito nets overlooking the yard. A comfortable breeze to cozy up with. A late stretch that should’ve slipped by unnoticed.
But every now and then, with a special someone, a sliver of time hits with a gravity you can’t explain. The kind that feels both close and endless. The world shrinks. The porch expands.
And suddenly you’re sitting in something so small it feels private.
Yet so powerful it bends the stillness between you.
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