You were everything. The umbrella matching toque. Practical leather like backpack. Conservative strut. Present while unreactive to the world ... unsure if it was you, however my heart told me that your eyes are true. It's taken me a while to digest and ask who are you? We met three times that night maybe four as I was running on the sea wall, if it weren't for seeing you I wouldn't have run at all. So, thank you. I remember that December night and hope that you and that red umbrella, red toque enjoyed your night.
When: Monday, December, 4 2023
Where: seawall near marina