I keep thinking that I'll look up someday in New York and catch a familiar eye. I'll glance through the crowd or across the street, and I'll see a pair of eyes I recognize.
And I'll smile.
And I'll wave.
And I'd maybe say hello.
I've played out the scene many times in my imagination: who it would be, how our eyes would soften and smile a bit with recognition, which path we'd take to get near one another if we so choose.
Sometimes in my daydreams, I cross the street, or weave through the crowd, or turn just in time to be face to face. Sometimes I don't. But I always feel happy when the daydream is done.
I think I'll feel happy when this daydream is done.
2006-11-11 - 11:44 p.m.
