This meeting could have been pinecones.

This meeting could have been an email. 

This email could've been a search.

This search can be a walk.

This walk is chilly. Ice melts into glassy threads down the street.

I get a coffee to warm my hands.

I bump into you, also going my way for a bit.

We kick pinecones down the sidewalk.

You score a goal in a storm drain.

We wave goodbye.

I finish my coffee.

I stop. I turn around. You're there.

We play another round of pinecones, best two out of three.