Pietro looked down for a moment with a small smile before looking back up. “Well, short answer is everything, each drop of water, everything we pass by. This is my world so to speak and it’s hard to describe it other than that.”
“It’s just a blur to me; my mind can’t keep up with the input. But you can see everything, like it’s still standing still and you’re moving through a frozen moment … I wish I could be in that moment with you.” She had no idea how wistful her tone was.