Oneiros goes ahead; gimel.

A woman comes out of the house, through the backdoor to the yard, where a van is parked. She’s smoking a grass joint and approaches the wall, where another woman is sitting. Her lover. It’s a sundusky afternoon and the smoke is almost invisible in the light. In the presence of one another, they hesitate. Then they hug and walk up to the van, entering. They cry together.
Not a word was spoken so far.