Dear Valentine
Kasie and I sat in the park on a bench in the village near a little group of stores called Union Square. We drank Starbucks and ate a pastry while we listened to a Japanese guy sing 50's classics with a bad accent while he played guitar. Ten a clock and dark the glowing orbs of street lights highlighting the bare branches of late winter trees but the warm breeze says spring is not too far away. Tall building surrounding us on all sides the empire in the background lite up purple and green for some unknown reason. As I enjoy this new york moment brought to you buy camel cigertte smoke in the air I think the only thing that would make this better is you. Even when things are great I think, you know what would make this better? If Marcus was here.