17. Garden Vista ; Elysium El Dorado ; Carnival

He likes to watch her at the pottery wheel, folding his long legs up on the stairs, railing at his back and a cigarette in his hand.

There is something vaguely comforting about the smooth movements of her hands, the gentle turning of the stand, the wet, thick smell of clay mingling with the smoke he exhales.

He watches her creating worlds and destroying them in the same breath, watches her hands dancing and rolling as she forms delicate works of art. He watches the sweat drip from her brow as she stands at the kiln and the light of the fire is reflected in her eyes.