church street
2 November 1999

Winding my way through the curvy cobblestone streets of Harvard Square, passing time until I meet her at the theatre. On my way from purchasing these postcards, I rounded a corner headfirst into a rail-thin man, with a long peppery ponytail and woven suspenders. Rather than collide, he stopped short and twirled round in circles before me: once... twice... a third time; the wind kicking up leaves around his moving feet. I smiled the slightest half smile and then pushed on. And I trust you to understand.