an old-fashioned couple sat next to each other
she had a head on his right shoulder*

- I can already feel the warm sand under my palms getting colder
(warm wind nudges their faces as the sun mildly touches the desert)
...and what about you?
- me? I kind a fell in love with this  moment...
cause'....

he stops talking for a second

Because  I know tomorrow will be the death of me, the death of smiles and cries. the death of all the imperfect symphonies I scratched in a hurry.
Although this time I am not letting myself **** everything around when it happens .