Golden Gate at Night, San Francisco || Ava relaxes, and soon she's laughing beside me about petty random things, lifting the dark weight of the day. Her hair is messed up from the summer breeze but I don't think she cares. As we cross the Golden Gate, some sort of surreal mood pauses the moment. She's laughing, eyes darting from me, to her mirrors, to the road in front. Everything is perfect.