From my window

I'm sitting at my desk, which faces the window, writing. I always keep one eye on the street. There's a regular dog walker with a basset hound who waves at me, though I don't know him.

Just now, I saw a man and woman running towards each other. When they met - directly in my sightline - he swept her up and hugged her. It was a movie moment. I felt like Carver in that poem I posted last week. Image via.

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