A longing for the innocence we had when we look back over time:“July 6th, the smell of lavender and the heat of summer. I lie down on the grass staring up at the ever-changing clouds above, seeing what shapes I can make out. Time passes but I seize to notice that it exists, all I can hear is the soft chirping of the birds coming and going from my consciousness. My thoughts wander to the universe, to the probabilities of human life, to the unique nature of this very moment being so perfect. What are the chances that you and I both exist in this lifetime, are we destined to be together?”