The tower is under construction again, metal scaffolding climbs up under its legs. Aren’t these lines of tourists worried going up it?
A couple sits awkwardly on a bench, close together yes, but somewhere in between intimacy and friendship. Are you two on a date?
A woman trails behind the rest of her family, tilting her head to bite off a large chunk of the pink fluff she is carrying. Where in the world did you get cotton candy, and where can I find some?
A man in a navy jacket and jeans walks by himself, hands in pockets, a balding patch on the top of his head, no hat, shoulders tense against the wind. Aren’t you cold?
The couple has picked a different bench to sit on, they smoke cigarettes a few paces away now, looking up and down the path. What are you waiting for?
The clouds are lit up in wonderful shades of yellow and grey and deep indigos fading into bright blues. Why don’t people look up?
A tiny daughter in a faux fur coat holds on to her father’s scooter as they zoom down the path. Her eyes narrow against the frozen air. Will you remember riding your papa’s scooter like this when you’re older?
My fingers are starting to turn all red and splotchy. That’s not normal is it?
The couple on the bench is moving. They’re walking slowly, lugging small travel bags along with them. Are you two in love?
I can see people’s jaws clench against the wind, their heads lower. It makes me think of you, feeling mean gusts like this again. When you feel them do you think of me?
A girl walks by, swinging her arms happily and holding hands with a boy, her black coat stopping just above her knees. How’d you get those two perfectly circular holes in the back your tights, the one’s just above your calf?
My handwriting is getting harder and harder to decipher as I write. Are my frozen fingertips going to turn purple, and then blue?
Two men with matching mustaches, pastel baseball caps and round glasses stare up at the top of the tower. Are you aware you two look like different sketches of the same children’s book character?
A little girl wrapped in a flowery coat with crocuses blooming along its hem whizzes by on her scooter. When will spring come?