The Brooklyn Bridge, and What Might Be

ImageToday, we walked the Brooklyn Bridge together.

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).

“Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation. All have been, or at least all have believed themselves to be, in danger from the pursuit of some one they wished to avoid; and all have been anxious for the attentions of someone they wished to please.”
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey