Uno

It seems we’ve been orbiting different stars lately. Set on separate courses. Ships passing in the night and early hours of the morning.

And tonight, for just a few minutes, enough to play two rounds of Uno, we come together. Sure we’d spent the whole day in the same space at the same time, but this feels different: seats in the seats, eyes on each other, laughter filling the room.

Nothing matters but right now.

“Uno.”