I felt so lonely when she left. When I herd her last breath my heart screamed "NO! Stop! Don't leave me here alone in the middle of Central Park".
She and the lady in the pictures have given me magic. Two forever-unknown women have made magic happen for me this Wednesday morning.
I saw rain underneath the golden summer sun. A lake froze right in front of my eyes while balmy summer breezes caressed my naked arms. Musicians flew from another moment in time to be here and alongside these musicians in front of me.
Here, between a step towards my future and a step leaving my past I heard "Black Bird" in the tunnel as she talked about a couple kissing, and my heart wept with the intensity of every memory the music called to, and every feeling and all the memories I was building with this new friend of mine, forever stuck in time.
And I shall never meet her, so she will never know that in 2016 it was actually a young, short, blond British woman with red lips and tortoise-like sunglasses who tapped me in the shoulder and asked me to freeze the love she felt for her partner right over the bridge beneath the buildings and their reflection. She will never know of the child memories the zoo and the hippopotamus on the clock awoke.
It will forever be stamped on these roads the memory of my first and only stroll with my new friend Janet