The Pines

There's a feeling like time is passing, but it's not in a hurry. Just breathing beside me, like an old friend. Everything is stable and calm: the familiar road home, dinner by lamplight, conversations that don't rush anywhere. Only inside is a light, aching realisation that even an eternity would be too short if shared by two. The song sounds like a warm photograph, yellowed by the sun and happiness. There's no drama in it, just tenderness and a touch of sadness – the kind that arises when you realise perfect moments don't repeat, no matter how much you wish you could relive them "just one more time."