We lay on the mats, in the tent on this windy night under the red cloudy sky. Grass as huge as the buildings, the buildings as tiny as grass looked normally. The slow drifting clouds like cotton candy we could tear and taste with outstretched arms, fresh smell of rain.

Alone together, enjoying personal space with the comfort of (each other within reach, near distance). Silence not loud, not deafening.

Talked about nothing serious, laughed at nothing particularly funny; yet it wasn't anything I would want to forget.

Nothing significant, but nothing forgettable.

Alone together.