The kiss was innocent, innocent enough, but it was also full of… a love complex and ravenous… It will serve as this afternoon’s manifestation of the central mystery itself, the elusive brightness that shines from the edges of certain dreams; the brightness which, when we awaken, is already fading from our minds, and which we rise in the hope of finding, perhaps today, this new day in which anything might happen, anything at all. ~ Michael Cunningham (Photo Chris Craymer)