Wind blows in the dark November evening. Raindrops fall quickly from the sky, thin slits like needles hitting the blanket of leaves engulfing the street. Orange, brown, rusty and gold, moist and rotting. On the corner of the street is a young couple. A girl with lovely curly hair. A boy wearing a sports jacket. They hold hands and stare at each other. Time has stopped for them. This day is endlessly important; they will be careful to protect it for years. As for us, we drive by them in a second. Round the corner. For a moment they are the centre of the universe, us rotating around them.