Twilight. Sunset falling across the fountains at Columbus Circle. Warm, magical, anything-can-happen air. Little girls so free that they abandon dresses and shoes and cares. And dance. And think of nothing but their release, their bodies moving like wild, jungle butterflies. With the city wrapped around them. And David and I smiling at them nearby. Close, but not too close.
And all of us content, thinking nothing but happy, free, warm, fleeting thoughts.