Climbing rocks, no rewind. We’re driving in the car, Im driving and you’re filming and its awkward, you just got here and we’re both dying to please each other. Excitment, affection, and anticipation; hesitantly pooling in the glands like thirst. Waiting, yours and mine. And distance, respect that comes with informallity and unfamiliarity. The kind of touch which wants to linger but doesnt dare.