A Slice of Summer’s Breath

The city never sleeps, but here in this quiet corner, time has stopped.
I feel the cool weight of a watermelon slice against my lips—a sharp contrast to the humid air and your steady gaze. You told me I looked like summer personified, and for once, I didn't look away.
There are no grand promises today. Only this: the scent of sun-warmed skin, the soft brush of fabric beneath a gentle breeze, and the silence that says more than any word could.

I can feel your heartbeat in the space between us—a quiet rhythm I've learned to recognize as home.
You are not just with me; you have become part of my breath. In this stillness, under an orange glow that feels like a second skin, I realize that love is simply being present while someone tastes summer on your lips.

Editor: Pure Linen