It was like a continuous shutter sound of a camera. Like too many moments seized into one. Discovering a Pandora’s box. Being a child again, accidentally discovering stuff that once belonged to your mother – being overwhelmed and surprised so much that you don’t know where you should start and where this should end. And you don’t want it to end. You slowly roll your windows down and get out. Head first. Then hands. And then you feel the lights connect the dots for you, the winds waving at you, the sea and you knowing of the presence. Knowing that you both exist. At the same place and the same time. But that you need to go. For now. Only to return and make more memories. And stay a bit longer.