What’s your definition of romantic?
I relieve the sandbag, momentarily its duty as a disco wall. The mist caught the wind. Sprinkles reign. They, a few inches distal.They will nudge the showlight against the prop.
A stiff breeze. In my “Notebook,” she will play along and saunter across the crowd. Someone else catches her eye.
My queer shirt moist, and yes, it was the middle sandbag.
Her mourning coffee 