Well, we bumped into one another in the middle, and decided to finish the journey as a pair.
(Isn’t that how the best stories begin?)
It’s funny how the universe sometimes throws silly coincidences at you and urges you to accept them as fate.
Funnier that the whippet-fast flash of scarlet that weaves past you, in between throngs of tourists, crystallizes into the person you were thinking about.
DUMBO is made for Saturday afternoon spontaneity, crafted entirely for those who Might-Just-Be-More-than-Friends.
Which we might be.
And we might not.
But what I know for sure is that sitting next to you at the sun-drenched counter space of a coffee shop nestled under the bridge, while couples meandered past us down the cobblestone streets to the park just beyond, we could have been.
At least to those who turned to look back.
(Saturday afternoon spontaneity made possible here and here).
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“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,’ returned the nephew. ‘Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”