I saw you on the Manhattan-bound D train, 9 a.m. Wednesday. I was the short blonde in the yellow scarf, and you were across from me, pretending to be a patch of spilled paint on a light fixture. None of the other passengers even noticed you were there, but I watched you all the way to my stop. I was afraid I was going to miss the chance to make my move, since a grouchy-looking businessman was standing between us for three stops. Fortunately, he moved toward the door as the train was slowing to a stop at my station, and as I stood up I was able to snag a picture of you with my ancient cell phone camera. I hope you don’t mind, but I knew I would never see you again and you were just so damn adorable.
You don’t mind if I call you Adorable Ghost, do you? Well, if you ever get out of that swamp or wheat field or whatever that drippy sort of landscape is, drop me a line. XOXO Kristen