Tuesday, November 04, 2003
This evening i was walking back from a meeting.. it was about 915ish at night. Rochester was blanketed with such a heavy fog. There was this glow from the airport, car head lights, and all the streat lights... walking towards crossroads, you can see the beam of light from each and every streat light. the simple cone of light was so mysterious in the fog. The whole atmostphere can only be described in one word... romantic....
Just to stroll in the thick fog, with the one you love. Knowing that no can see who you are or barely see if you are there.... being in your own little world, covered in this blanket, stealing kisses and words of affection...
what a dream
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