She drifted in and out of his life like summertime showers, like not even the brightest of suns could drive her away. She descended in a whirlwind until he could see nothing but her. And when she was gone, the trace of her lingered. Oil slick reflections and skies like grey cotton swabs. Wishing that she had never come and not knowing what to do now that she had.

Words by L.A.L

Photographer: Jonas Wiederkehr
Model: Pyralia