Home from the library, running to the supermarket for a few things, under a thunder clouding sky.
Ahead of me on the sidewalk are two young Europeans, wrapped up in each other.
I catch up to them at the Houston pedestrian crosswalk, where they, like I, wait for our pedestrian crosswalk light.
At that moment the young woman leaps upon her lover, wraps her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck. He is enthralled.
Automatically I throw up my arms to ward off being struck by two bodies. In this moment, the young woman cries, "I am so sorry! Did I hurt you? I am so sorry! Did I hit you?"
I, under the spell of their charm and youth say, "Not at all." She said, "I'm so sorry. I should be more careful." I smile. "Whatcha gonna do when you're young, in love and in lust all at the same time?"
The eyes of the young lovers get wide. They smile. The lovely young man asks, "Are you French?" "No," I answer.
Then she looks at my Jamestown t-shirt, which says, "Got History." She says, "You are the sort who makes history!"
We cross the street together, talking about the difference among making history, being history and writing history
Where Arturo's has been for decades we continued our separate paths.
Sometimes, even now, this city surprises me in the most splendid way. Let's hear it for young love! Young love, it is still in effect -- YAY!