blue afternoon
CENTRAL PARK
February 1996

Libby visited when I lived in Brooklyn.  The snow from past storms was just about gone, giving the air a weird blue you could feel as it melted.  We paused here, where one of the lone people we'd seen walking offered to take our picture.  I mugged for the camera, holding her hand but looking skyward with a moronic stare.  


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