Before After

No. It still doesn't work. What am I not seeing?

If I can just hang the pictures in the right order they'll make sense of one another and we'll have an exhibition.

Have to clear the mind

See what lies behind

And find that moment of clarity.

Begin...

First comes the tree

That's the clear choice to start with

'Cause trees are so rooted and strong,

Then the sunset beside it,

Radiant and leading to -

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

Have to get it right,

Get the order right,

Make it all just right...

Move that one after,

This one before... After.

Where is Ami?

She always knows what to do.

She'd say art is like music

It's the shape you're looking for

Find it in the notes

And you'll hear your music soar, Ami.

Is she the solution?

So begin with the hilltop

'Cause that's where we started,

Ami and me on that hill,

And next, maybe, the sunset,

That she made me run for and...

Still, still, still!

Something isn't right.

Still it isn't right.

Have to get it right...

This belongs after,

That one before... After

Just ask Ami

She always knows what I need.

She'd say art is like a puzzle,

A riddle there to solve.

Unlock the combination

And watch your art evolve.

Maybe

But what about this still life of red wine spilled onto an apron?

It's got nothing to do with the rest of the pictures but somehow it feels like it should be... Wait...

Yes!

That's the beginning

But still, something's missing.

Now the hilltop, the sunset, the view.

Yes, the view that we ran for

Wait, I made her run for.

Next is the tree,

What about Ami?

Of course!

And that picture of Ami

Completing it all!

Hang it on the wall

So these pictures can all tell a story!

Put them together in just the right order and...

That's it! It works!

Buttons undone and smiling, under the tree.

Ami

There for me again.

The sun on her face. It's as clear as a memory!

But her hair's different, she's younger. So how could I picture it?

There we were standing on the perfect spot

Looking at the world below us.

Open your eyes,

Open your eyes -

Wait!

Time to try again, pick up the pencil and-

What? No! How?

That was the first time we saw the view

When we ran up the hill,

So how could I have shared it with you once before?

Sunsets and landscapes

And picnics and "wanton"

And buttons and kisses -

God, I remember us

Up there

Breathing the same air

With love that's rooted deep and twice as strong!

It was her all along!

It's her!

Ami

Ami

All of these months

So many chances to tell me...

She never said a word...