A family of ducks paddles across the water, making me think of Juliette. I pass a couple sharing a croissant, my mind drawn once more to Juliette. Growling, I pick up my pace again. No matter how much I push my body though, Juliette’s laugh won’t leave my brain. In fact, I think she’s made me delusional because I swear I hear it over the whipping wind.
