If this had happened in NYC, this entry would begin "Dear Diary,"

Today as I was driving up the offramp from Storrow Drive to the B.U. Bridge, my eye was caught by a young lady crossing the street up ahead. She was wearing a long red dress with white sleeves and a wide skirt, and it practically screamed "Spring!" It twirled as she half skipped, half ran along the sidewalk.

Was she in love? Delighting in the perfect spring morning? Rejoicing in a job offer?

I'll never know. But a bicylist nearly had an accident as he turned his head to watch her, and as I waited for the other pedestrians to cross, I noticed that every single one was watching her and smiling.

Thank you, mystery lady, for leaving such a deep and broad wake of joy behind you. I hope your day remains as delightful as you made ours.

If this had happened in NYC, this entry would begin "Dear Diary,"

Today as I was driving up the offramp from Storrow Drive to the B.U. Bridge, my eye was caught by a young lady crossing the street up ahead. She was wearing a long red dress with white sleeves and a wide skirt, and it practically screamed "Spring!" It twirled as she half skipped, half ran along the sidewalk.

Was she in love? Delighting in the perfect spring morning? Rejoicing in a job offer?

I'll never know. But a bicylist nearly had an accident as he turned his head to watch her, and as I waited for the other pedestrians to cross, I noticed that every single one was watching her and smiling.

Thank you, mystery lady, for leaving such a deep and broad wake of joy behind you. I hope your day remains as delightful as you made ours.

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