The downpour started the moment our paths crossed on Beach 169th—you on your afternoon run by the beach and me heading home from a beach day at Tilden. We looked each other's way as we passed by.

I hustled to the bus stop shelter to duck out from the icy rain then noticed you squeeze into the crowded stop just like I had.

We waited for a bus to anywhere to rescue us from the rain and our drenched outfits, and that's when the fiasco ensued.

The ferry shuttle breezed by after looking dead at us, then the two Q35's pulled up. Each driver pointed the finger at the other, leaving us stranded as they drove off, until you clocked that one was stuck at the light and dashed full tilt through the river in the street to bang on the doors until he opened up.

Across the bridge, I decided to double back on a Q35 south bound to take the ferry now that we were clear of the rain. When I looked back to say hi, a guy sorta shuffled me off the bus as he tried to get off at the stop and the next bus was in just a few minutes, so I hopped off and made sure to turn around to see if I could see you once more. And sure enough, you looked my way and waved. I smiled and started waving back as the bus pulled away.....

I'd so love the chance to say hi. Maybe we can have a laugh about it over a coffee and a run on the beach together?

(You were wearing blush pink running bottoms and a grey sports bra.... tell me what I was wearing so i know it's you ;)