Don't forget the towels on the bench...

Andrea had never been further than west than New York City. Sheltered and craven of the most intense sense she would waunder the streets with mystery in her mind...

The meat district was a favorite place for her to spend time and stare out over the water and wonder who was staring back at her. Did he remember her. Is he still on the other side of this water way? "Laugh out loud. lol," she would tell herself.

Wispers surrounded her mind in a field of legacy.

On this day, she broke free. Taking a country road that lead to nowhere that she had ever been and knew only as a way that would not end the journey sooner than it had began. Clouds above, she put the car in gear and moved past the last stop-sign on the fringe of The city. "Breathe out" she heard herself say.

Tomorrow. Wait for tomorrow.

As Andrea drove on, grass danced in the wind in opposition to her. It was as though something was trying to push her back her her beginnings; but Andrea would push on.

Dance the moon. Cross the river. We will walk the sleepy steps to our love. Dance the moon, and cross the river; so that we may walk our sleepy steps of our love. Dance the moon as I cross the river; tonight we will step our sleepy steps of love. Be now calm. Rest your soul on my shoulder. Dance by the light of the moon. I will cross the river to be with you. Let us walk our sleepy steps of love...