Gold embraced the pavement.
Manhattan’s skyline pierced the clouds, swarms of gulls drawing sutures between buildings.
Icarus could have flown unscathed across the horizon, if only he had adjusted upwards a couple degrees.
I’m glad you asked.
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Fog.
I was late at the office, shivered more than I should have on the walk home, cursing myself for not wearing a sweater.
I didn’t have anything in mind for the evening, but the fog was beautiful and I figured fuck it, why not, mounted the 35 1.4 and went back into the haze.
The night was dense…a blanket of fog covered the Brooklyn waterfront; empty streets and quiet corners were too tempting.
I felt a tap on my right leg close to midnight.
“Want any company?”
I wouldn’t say no.
“I feel the need to take a walk”
I’ll meet you outside your place.
Branches brushed my shoulders as I passed the church across from her apartment.
Her lips met mine as we said hello.
I didn’t think I’d see you tonight.
“I felt spontaneous, which is unusual for me.”
I wasn’t complaining.
She’s going to laugh at me when she reads this.
I really don’t mind.
Christopher Lange. 