On the other side of that street she wore a dress made for the beaming of the sun. Pleasantries or names were not exchanged, but eye contact was made. But I will probably never see her again. At 423 I once again fell in love. Near a bus stop on the Shading tree she glanced at a watch anticipating transportation and shared a smile with herself, like she remembered a funny joke or a good story from not too long ago. Pleasantries and names were not exchanged