A Warm Evening
The warm night was full of lovers strolling through Union Square, the air heavy with moisture and redolent of jasmine and other perfumed flowers. I sat in the square, absorbed in my own thoughts, waiting for my erstwhile cub, Jason, to get off work.
We walked for a while, speaking of nothing important, the warm air holding us in its humid embrace. The sky was as full of stars as could be in the urban environment, and we boarded the underground together, our lips brushing in a quick kiss farewell as I got off at my stop, and he continued on to his.
