My favourite season is here! The air is fresh and clean and there is a certain exuberance, an anticipation that comes before the harvest holidays. Summer is over and Autumn has come, and, with it, concord grapes season!
Jessica sits in front of me now across the table in the outside seating area of Republic in Union Square. She’s dressed in crisp white jeans and a warm-patterned tank-top. She has a voluminous mane of honey-coloured, brown hair with golden streaks that shimmer in the sunlight. A couple of Indian girls next to us, probably in their twenties, stole furtive glances at Jessica. I know what they are thinking and I don’t blame them. Jessica gets more beautiful every time I meet her.
The murmur of New York City looms over us in all directions. Pretty girls dart into my field of vision and disappear into the crowd all the same. We talk about life, love, and our love-life as so happens every time we meet. By sharing our experiences in this beautiful, lively place, you can’t help but feel a certain sonder, for each other, and for everyone around you.
Being a yuppie in the city, you think yourself invincible. You have a high disposable income, you have cool, interesting hobbies and you meet equally interesting people. You live in the city; you’re among the enlightened, the cosmopolitan, the metropolitan, the educated. I enjoy our conversations very much but it’s times like these that I also feel most vulnerable.