September 7, 2020

It’s 7 years since P and I met. We walk along the river where we first rendezvoused, albeit without the romantic ambiance of Waterfire– the blazing logs, mystic soundtrack, the Steam Punk exhibit, the field of blue stars. On that day I wrote …”A meander through WaterFire in the evening, a reminder of the power of public art and music. And, accompanied by a new acquaintance, the joys of laughter, discovery, and conversation.” Who knew then where our meeting would lead, and how our lives would entwine.