Marine drive bus loop. Evening: Vancouver bathed in a sea of summery gold. The world seemed to melt into itself, as shapes and surfaces overflowed with sunlight, and the lines that separate one thing from the next became blurred. My ear buds were in, and my mind was a drift; engrossed by the drone of my sonic daydream. I felt like nothing could break my state of detachment at that moment -but then I caught a glimpse of you... we both took the #100 (22nd st) bus, but all I could do was try to fight the magnetic pull my eyes felt towards yours. The world outside kept melting away but I was no longer detached. Now I'm left wondering whether this summer sun can make people melt into each-other too... give me a chance to meet you?