She waits, and as soon as the stillness suffocates the noise, she sits and she wonders. Then, she opens up on why she does the things she does, or why she doesn't. There has never been a better time to be alive, never a better minute, a better hour. It's all right here, exactly where they said it would be, dispersed amongst the personalised letters in the letterbox, the still sobbing socks in the washing machine, and the fast but long queue at the grocery store.
It's about the mysterious reappearance of happiness strengthened by an inner sense of peace, the sun after the rain without the sun and without the rain, the locked diary of the teenage girl who writes about fulfilling dreams she never even thought she had. It's about the mind blowing parallel dimension of freedom rationalised by the "this is where you're supposed to be" kind of loneliness.
Mostly, it's about wanting what you never thought you did, the pull and the push, and the justified force in between.