No matter what they do for a living, there are those people who talk, look, even sit like they hold a secret and a sweet feeling about it. They crave for other secret holders to talk, look good and sit together.
They have an eye laid on the embroidered tulle curtain right behind the reality, our daily lives. Whenever a naughty breeze plays with it they steal a glimpse of the misty scenery from a distance, appearing in motion, on and off...
They walk as if some song is playing that no one but they hear.. they seek familiar ears.
Just like invisible dust particles in the air they sense things but spare the delicious experience to themselves, and finally the secret forms a time capsule for them to take off..