The rain’s heavily pregnant drops plop loudly onto the windscreen as they head towards home late that night. The rain induced noise fills their car and is reminiscent of their mouths filled with magic dust popping and crackling as it erupts into life. One hand on the steering wheel his other entwined in hers, no words between them, they travel in comfortable silence. She squeeze his hand, once for ‘I’, a second time for ‘love’ and a third and final time for ‘you’. His warm and reassuring hand squeezes hers reaffirming the years past and the ones yet to come.