We walked through the city on streets and alleys of solid gold. The bottoms of our shoes were paving the way and we left only marks of solitude mixed with warm bodies. Our heads tilted down, but our eyes were lifted toward the sky. We were the last fallen leaves on a cold November night. We were the yellows and oranges of a dusk melted together with a violet sky. Every ounce of our steps was joy mixed with the improbability of success. Hold on to this moment! Hold on to it! For when our paths cross again we will remember the warmth of our bodies and the gold that tickled our toes.
