It's summer in Montreal and everyone is in love... except you. Late at night, atop the mountain that overlooks the city, couples lay in the grass and linger in after-hours picnics, bodies move in closer, expressions transform. You roam from gatherings to budding couples, never quite able to savour this fever, or hold it in your arms. You want to feel their wonderment, yet it slips through your fingers. You are merely a bystander, a simple voyeur. You are not invited to the party.