Single Cell Orchestra's A Better Place played in the background. You turned towards me and asked, "What do you feel when listening to this piece?" "It's like a Sunburst!" I said with a smile. That was how we were. That calm afternoon, slightly overcast, on an old wooden bench facing the hills to the east, we sat with our shoulders touching. That was the last time we physically touched. You kept your eyes on the hills and gently told me, "I think our souls have touched." Y