O! Harbour and Lo This was still months ago, when winter was forcing itself over us, when I met her at the market. I arrived early so I might write a while before, but the cafeteria was a sea of Saturday's children, leaving me outside looking for a table in the chill. All of them were empty. It takes a certain type of person to escape the crowd in this weather.

Outside, there was a woman sitting closer to the waterfront. I sat at a distance and began taking out my books. I hadn't been there a minute when she looked over her shoulder. It's an unusual thing, strangers recognizing each other.  ¶ 7:05 PM