I once walked in a university campus with a girl, who was in a clean white blouse and faded blue jeans. It was early morning, at least early in the students' sense, should be before 7 AM. The grass was fresh. The sun was rising. It was gonna be a warm, sunny day later, but the air was pleasantly chilly.

Neither of us slept the night before. We looked like fugitives fleeing from some helicopters with spotlights for thirteen hours, despite her clean white blouse and perfectly ironed blue jeans. But the pursuit was over. The sun was out. None of anything mattered but that moment. We were going to walk into a hall to meet some new people and mixed into the crowd like particles dissolved into a liquid, where that moment would end. The beginning was messy. The end was known. We did not hold hands, but that is okay.