Chances

There’s a strong breeze that tosses his hair around.

How long? It hasn’t been a while yet.

Her eyes smile. Worry? Fatigue? They are care-worn and yet, they sparkle.

An unusual combination of a man. Different.

She smiles often.

An evening of fun. A little weariness.

Moments of silence, so quietly full of conversation.

The skyline glows with city lights.

Is this what dreams are made of?

 

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