“Day and nights start to run into one another, collapsing in on themselves after giving up on trying not to feel.” -Emma


Day graces the night through the finale of a sunset, while night surprises day with a misty dawn.

Both feel obliged to give without the intent of receiving a beautiful gift in return. Though their beauty is humble, ever so gratifying.


They take airplane rides together across many skies. Day always insists on having the window seat, night could care less as long as the overhead lights are kept off.
The two of them know they are in it together, might as well make it enjoyable.