There, two of them, in the darkness, stumbling, laughing, drunk with their own joy, hiding from the world. Lovers that turned away from the light on the streets, a moment in the darkness between a bakery and a shipwright, the crash of the tide against the harbour walls masking his footsteps. A fool’s words and sweet nothings said in earnest, a laugh and a purring response, warm and low, unaware, unknowing and unseeing.