I used to dream of the Extraordinary.
A naively optimistic expectation that offered More than what was Now.
A perpetual state of yearning.
Then I found silence.
Silence in the in-betweens.
In-betweens—where you wonder what's behind the stars, feel the winter cool your nose and repeatedly tell your friends, "I'm so glad we're doing this."
In-betweens—where you find the Extraordinary.
This is what More feels like.