'Evening is eating the sky. Twilight hovers in the trees, lingers around rooftops, and slowly tumbles down onto the couple on the sidewalk. It's a narrow street. She is walking in front with her head turned to the side, listening, and he is walking behind with his head facing forwards, speaking. Rain puddles from earlier in the day are shimmering on the porch when they arrive at her house. They are not uncomfortable together, but they still inhabit space carefully, with more precision than is needed...'