Bleeding light bounces off the ripples of the lake filling my peripheral vision, framing memories to come. The ridges of your fingertips graze only the very surface of my skin, sending chills up my legs; each hair stands uniform in response. Music blasting at every side of us, buzzing with every beat, dancing down our spines and seeping into our chests. I start to confuse the bass bursting through my speakers and the beat of my own heart, maybe they stand singing together Buzzing Buzzing Buzz