The little things...
I was sitting in a small green metal chair at a small green metal table overlooking what may have once been a fountain at Madison Square Park, eating my peanut butter and raspberry jelly sandwich and looking at the trees and buildings that surrounded me in the cold, crisp autumn afternoon. And I was happy.
I was riding the train home and I had just given up my seat to a woman and her son and then the cute hipster guy who was sharing my pole bent forward and lingered, so that my hand was touching his hair. And it held there for a moment until I snapped out of my trance and moved my hand higher up on the pole. And I was sad.
I was riding the train home and I had just given up my seat to a woman and her son and then the cute hipster guy who was sharing my pole bent forward and lingered, so that my hand was touching his hair. And it held there for a moment until I snapped out of my trance and moved my hand higher up on the pole. And I was sad.