1985

She time traveled every evening, looking back along the years, decades, to a past where he was young.  She could see his face as it is in what it was.  When she came back, she could see his face as it was in what it is.  His neck, shoulders, arms.  She heard his young voice from the past and simultaneously recognized it and heard it in a way she never had before she traveled.  He was slimmer and smoother.  Fresher and less formed.  In the present, he was more solid.  In the past he vibrated.