Love Found Love Lost A Wonderful Winter Affair
I usually take the bus to work because it's only a ten-minute ride and is easier than trying to park downtown. Parking downtown really sucks. We call the city meter-readers the "Parking Nazis" for a good reason. It was while waiting for the bus. It was a cold Wwinter morning a few days before Christmasthat I first really noticed Mariya. She was carrying a black instrument case. I knew her, vaguely, like I knew most people at the busstop, a stranger, but a strangeLove Found, Love Lostr that I...