remarkable things

and there, on the corner of east and forty-second street, i could feel the august sun on my face and the summer breeze carried the strawberry scent of her hair, and she faced away from me, a shining silhouette in the sunlight, all glitter and dreams. standing on that street corner, all those things about her - her laugh, like smoke on the water being played on the lute, and the soft, weathered skin of her palms - seemed not so far away.