Tomorrow, he’d seed the documentary back.

Not anymore.

That night, Leo watched the documentary on his laptop, curtains open to the city lights. On screen, elderly couples walked through meadows in France. Young families picnicked on a Spanish beach. A retired architect in Vermont built a sauna in his backyard and invited the neighbors—clothes optional. The film was gentle, philosophical, almost boring in the best way. No sensationalism. No hidden agenda.