Three friends. A familiar hand. A suitcase filled only with what you love. We weren’t chasing landmarks. We were chasing the rare feeling of being together again. Slow mornings. Long lunches. Conversations that had been waiting for months, sometimes years, to continue exactly where they left off.

Summer is an invitation to wander, but the best journeys aren’t always about where you go. They’re about who keeps finding their way back to you.