Alex and Prajvi

We were out of breath when we reached the top of the hill, and the sun was low, casting warm golden light through the trees.

The signal was clear once we found it and the reading took on a strangely religious, almost elegiac feeling. A last goodbye to something intangible to us, a quiet communion with something higher.

As the satellite dipped below the horizon with the sun slowly following, the signal was lost in crackling noise.

The weather was slightly cloudy.
We traced the coasts of France and Spain.