You stood gazing at the traffic. I sat on the Jersey barrier watching you. We were waiting for pizza from a restaurant whose name you shared. The evening was gray in many ways. Not cold, but the sky was dark and thick with clouds and the wind blew strongly from the south.  We talked of what was, and of what may come to be. Knowing that the world has other plans for those who dream. The moment electric with hope and futility.

I felt as if we were on a precipice while all the world was crumbling below. I said as much, and you agreed.

I do not remember the pizza, but I do remember the emotions. Every nerve alive. Every neuron firing. All through that night we loved each other close, in preparation. For we knew of the storm that would soon approach. 

There was not much time.