Whenever I need a happy memory, I think of you and your smile in that picture. So pronounced and infectious. Beneath the blazing sky, the auditory racket, in the middle of organized chaos, I was there, and then, you were there. But above everything else, your smile was there. An emotion so rare before, a vision so fleeting, was at that time proudly present in all its giddy glory. I looked at you, amazed, and I feel my heart smile along with me.
