They moved into that new place, a building which used to be a high-end furniture shop: The kitchen and a show room below with on top two living spaces and a spacious bathroom. She liked the shabby chic of it, he loved the generousness of the space and the tiny backyard to hang the laundry. However the place was very open. It was still summer, the cold was not a problem. But their room didn’t have a door and the bathroom missed its window. All spaces connected, the building seemed to be one continuous, infinite space one with the environment. The in-between of infinite, where the sky was their limit and the draft was their breath.