You're standing in front of a mirror, holding a single rose behind your back with all your fervor. You've prepared the words, practiced the smile, as if you were really going on a date. And the mirror responds. But not by a cold repetition of your features, but by a movement from the depths. It's your shadow, dark and soft, coming out of the frame to finally embrace you. You freeze. This gesture contains all the unspoken tenderness for herself, all the long wait for this meeting. And the rose in your hand is no longer a secret. She's the invitation you finally accepted. #umbra