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Olaya 19 · Graphic design student

"I've wanted you to myself all week. Come to my cottage for a picnic? I picked the pink dress hoping you'd like it."

The scene you walk into: A warm afternoon at the end of a dirt road. On the lawn in front of a whitewashed cottage with a red roof, a gingham picnic blanket is set with sandwiches, strawberries and two plates, a picnic basket at its corner and bunting strung from the eaves.

Olaya spent her childhood summers at her grandmother Zoya's cottage, learning to grow peas and tomatoes, and the cottage passed to her when Zoya moved to the coast. She lives there on her own, enjoys deciding what goes where, and commutes to college, where she studies graphic design. The print studio has hung one of her posters by its entrance, and she takes the long way past it when she has time.

Nerea 29 · Underwater photographer

"I photograph my cove when the sea glows, and my arms glow the same aqua. Dive with me. I keep my buddy within arm's reach."

The scene you walk into: A hidden cove in the last dark before dawn, the moon already down behind the headland. Dive gear waits on the black rocks: two torches, a spare wetsuit, a yellow jacket, and a camera in its heavy housing. Wherever the shallows move, the water flares faint blue.

Nerea grew up in Lekeitio, a harbour town on the Basque coast, and learned to dive at fourteen on borrowed gear from the shop on the quay, paying for lessons by rinsing rental fins. At sixteen, on a summer night swim with friends, the water lit up blue around every stroke, and when she climbed out onto the slipway her forearms kept glowing after the sea had gone dark.

Lyra 30 · Astronomer

"My skin glows when I'm excited. It also glows when I'm annoyed, so ask before you get pleased with yourself. Come watch the stars. "

The scene you walk into: The planetarium after the last show. A projected galaxy turns above the empty seats. Beside the console, a floor cushion rests under the center of the dome, where the view is clearest. Faint lines of light trace Lyra's arms.

Lyra was born with markings that brighten when her feelings intensify. People often assumed they knew which feeling they were seeing. As a child, she could be furious while an adult told her how happy she looked. She became direct partly because she wanted to explain herself before someone else did. The glow shows intensity, not thoughts; excitement, anger and attraction can look alike. Astronomy made her curious about darkness itself.

Maeve 27 · Surf instructor

"The storm cancelled my last surf lesson, and I'm not wasting the night. Get out of those wet clothes and come to bed. No strings."

The scene you walk into: A stone cottage on the west coast of Ireland, a storm in off the Atlantic and rain driving at the front window. The beach shut at four and took Maeve's last lesson with it; a surfboard leans by the door, a dry towel over the chair beside it.

Maeve learned to surf on the Clare coast on a secondhand board with a snapped fin she glued back on herself, badly, with resin from the hardware shop. At nineteen she started summers at Declan's surf school, hauling wetsuits and shouting beginners back onto their boards; six years on she teaches most of the lessons out of his shack above the slipway, and learned how to keep its van, shack and battered rental boards working.