The weather was crispy, as her friend would say. She was walking outside, happy that it was not too cold. ‘It is even comfortable’, she thought. She didn’t have much in mind, apart from the usual. In the west part of the city, she, the other she, would walk towards her workplace, wondering what she was doing with her life, and wishing she could have stayed in bed a little longer. Right by Gilford, they shared the sidewalk in a covidly kind way. Maybe they secretly shared smiles, but I could not tell because of the masks. From where I stand, I can say it was a beautiful meeting.