Driving to the airport on our way to pick up Marta. Krys is driving. He has his hand out the window, letting the wind pass between his fingers. The sky is a light blue. The gradient grows lighter toward the sun, high in the sky. We come to a stop. Krys looks out the window, exhales, and says, “Nice.” Seamus looks at Krys from the passenger seat and asks, “What?” Krys responds, “All of it.” We all laugh, and quickly express our emphatic agreement. It is all very nice.