The smell of his shirt.
The water, almost too hot, pounding into my bare shoulders when I first step into the shower.
A shadow subtly shimmering on the wall.
Watching a bird dip down and follow our boat, searching the water for food.
A custodian, a man, embracing another custodian, a woman, with pure love and joy for a 20-second break in their work.
How some nights, she sings her sister to sleep.