On again. Off again
Starry night filled the skies and the wind chilled the marrow. I walked with her down Monroe Ave, feeling the soft breeze of the Washington Northwest.
She saved me once. She saved me twice.
The train had a malfunction so I get to spend some time in an earthly terrain. A play, a movie and the kind affections of my other soul. Dreams are never better than the real. The real is never better than the imagined but somewhere in the middle, we connect. We soar. We become one for one night and the endless possibilities are displayed before us. Magical kingdom of Heaven.
She knew the way to Avenue Q before I ever could. It was a frenzy of realism shrouded by Muppet love…