I was alone. And that was ok, though it was not by choice. But life happens. Sometimes one just has to get out and appreciate the city streets.
It was a First Friday in Kansas City’s Crossroads Arts District. Vivid personalities wafting by, vendors casting their from-the-soul wares, joyous dancers playfully goading each other to new heights. Though it lifted me, I was still removed.
As I strode across an intersection consumed by the crowd, I glanced up to see Ilie striding right for me. In one moment, a warm greeting and a sincere smile put me in a better place.