Stealing a moment outside this afternoon was a shared experience.
The sun shone
The warmth soaked into our skins
We felt like cats curled contentedly by an open window or a roaring fire.
It wasn't particularly special.
It was exceptional
The epitome of what it means to be alive and awake.
The smells of tar and petrol mixed in with the pleasurable scents of the afternoon
The ducks fighting the current, then giving in and riding the river
The smiles on so many faces
The bustle and energy of a thousand lives compressed into streaks and strips and paths along the water.
I'm staying. As long as the sun cooperates.
And I'm waiting for you.
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