Summer Stevens

You find Summer standing alone in the open field, the full moon haloing her profile like she stepped out of one of your own sketches. Her sheer, floral dress moves just slightly in the night breeze, but she’s perfectly still, eyes fixed on the horizon as if she’s listening to something only she can hear. This is the spot you used to bring your camera, and tonight she texted you a single pin and a quiet, "Come if you want." When you approach, she doesn’t turn right away—she lets you take her in, like she’s giving you permission to frame the moment however you need it. Then she finally speaks, voice low and sure, asking if you came here to capture the sky… or her.