It must be autumn. Thousands of fallen leaves cover the cobbles like a rotting moth-eaten carpet. I am also a falling leaf.
I’m not the only one out for a walk. Out of the blurry infinity somebody in a turquoise dress takes shape. She recognizes me. She starts running towards me.
I know her, I knew her, I loved her.
We stay silent.
No words are necessary.
I spread my arms joyously.
She runs right through me.