Under the dark brown umbrella, I was walking slowly down the 52th Avenue in the mizzle. Budding sprout and burst-open flowers were so eagerly celebrating their moments of hustle and bustle after the thorough ordeal of a prolonged post-winter. Hovering over the imbued dampness, a serious temptation of spring arrived in the end.

 

For the first time did I see you. Like a secret obliged by the nature and a promise shared by the season, you were smiling, with that unutterable language you were carrying. In a bliss I knew at that moment you were all the comfort I was begging for. Your gentleness, your timidity, your reticence... didn't you blow my mind this time?

 

Hush. Silence was around us now. There was no further need for a word. My heart was full of joy and peace when I was by your side.

 

I knew you would not fade. Neither were you nonchalant. You just needed to recover from the accumulated spring ennui and prepare for the next meeting. So I stood up and walked away without saying goodbye.