I saw you walking your adorable dog, who clearly moves at their own pace. The first time was on my way to Target on N Vendome St., and I gave you and your dog space as I walked around you on the street. Then I saw you again as I was heading back home. You said, “Good morning,” and I replied, “Hey, good morning.”

I was wearing all black, a leather jacket, carrying a "Carrie" tote bag and a brown paper bag. I thought about turning around to stop and chat but was battling morning allergies and didn’t feel like I was at my best. I finally said, "Screw it," and turned back—but by then, you were already gone.

I’ll admit, I’m shamelessly planning to stroll around the neighborhood again in the mornings, hoping we cross paths once more.