I have no explanation for it, but a day of my life is missing. I’ve searched endlessly through my folders and files and an entire day of photos is gone. Nowhere to be found. And the worst of it was that it was the one day in a long time that I sat on Lincoln Road.

And along came a girl. And she smiled. And she had a beautiful smile. And she walked into the Starbucks behind me. And then she left.

People came and went. There was someone on a bicycle, I’m sure. I can’t remember who else exactly, but then she appeared again, on the other side of the street. I ran up and asked her for her picture. She told me her name. I told her mine, told her where she could see her photo. And she remembered the address.

And now, that day is gone. It’s as if I only imagined it.