By: Gabriela Yareliz
The golden hour was upon us. Gold rays peeking through the tall city buildings. The evening was beautiful. I saw a radiant pair crossing the street in the opposite direction as me, walking toward me. The tan and smiling man in the white knit short sleeve polo glanced over at her. She was tall, tan and smiling big. She was wearing a black jumpsuit, and her long hair was blowing in the wind. She looked jovial and very pretty. Their fragrances mingle and hit me as we brush past each other.
“It was nice to meet you,” she said in what sounded like a Brazilian accent. Her voice was warm, and she meant it. “I hope I see you again,” he said. I realize then that they are missing a moment. They look like they belong together, and yet, there, they part.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 