i won't soon forget the sight: central park, a shimmering, ochre dream one november day, and a powdered sugar world the next. the city stilled, and this was our soundtrack: a walk to the coffeehouse, shared bites of bressane, columbus circle bustle, a slow walk home, the tavern all aglow our north star, a warm bath, creamy cocoa, piles of books, clean cotton jammies. we made memories i want him to have. and with that, winter is tugged ever closer.
What a small world...I think I placed that leaf on that fence a day before the storm in the park...and you captured it <3ReplyDelete