I walk the street at dusk with no real place to go no specific destination in mind as I walk the cars seem to move too slow the lights are dim there is no noise audible to my ear even as I pass a young group of kids their laughter does not reach my ears my feet seem to walk with a purpose I know not of I turn a corner and there she is sitting in front of a building and suddenly it dawns on me like waves crashing to shore. The sound of the summer city night Is now full blast and I blink as if I see with the eyes of newborn baby she is as clear as day I dare not take another step for fear that this is a dream and when I wake she will not be there she is the path my feet unknowingly lead to she is the reason my eyes see with new light she is the reason I can hear the wind lightly ruffling the leaves she is the reason my heart has not slowed  and the butterflies continue to dance inside my stomach I speak the name of this heavenly creature as softly as the wind…. Tiffany….