July 2013 ~ BuffaloWildWings

Sidewalk Rating: Intense

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It was on the path between the north and east gates, about half past six. The sun had lost its intensity, only the memory of it remained in a mild radiance spreading over the landscape. Nature breathed more freely. The lake was calm, smooth as a mirror, the comfortable houses on Bleachers’ Green were reflected in the water, which farther out was dark as metal. The path and buildings on either side were lighted up by the faint rays of the setting sun. The sky was clear and bright, only a single fleecy cloud floated unnoticed across it, best seen by looking at the lake, beyond whose shining surface it was lost from view. Not a leaf moved. – It was she!

[Soren Kierkegaard, Diary of a Seducer.]