It is a most beautiful night of white wine, a moving French film and a walk with the breeze. I am charmed by evenings like this where the trees rustle perfectly, and I can imagine I am in the film I just watched.
I meet a midnight cat and a swing set in the playground along my way. I must stop for both.
It is a romantic evening, and I fall in love. I could be sentimental and sad that I am alone for this, but I do not deceive myself; we are all alone. And in moments such as these, there is music. It is the twinkling of the wind-chime near 35th Avenue.
I turn and walk up to Sophia.
I skip home and I do not regret missing you.
It is human condition to know absence and presence.