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.
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