I simply liked knowing that there was someone else arriving behind the someone I already knew. That there was another person to admire, a gentle toss away. A kind of magic in saying I am not sorry, there are more of us, you haven’t seen anything yet. A kind of magic in staying, too. In building a tiny kingdom in a corner of a city that some folk talk on but don’t have the heart to ride through. It is a gift to resemble someone who has already done something memorable.
