Velvet Pants

I know i've mentioned this before, but it's so important that it must be revisited. I fall in love with someone every day. And I never do anything about it. On a good day on the sub way, I fall in love maybe three or four times before reaching my destination. Beautiful people. Not simply a matter of beauty, but People. These are Beautiful People. An actual real live beautiful Person. Some days it's not even people. It might be the refraction of light across a pane of glass that accentuates the acute angle of a branch bent by the weight of a squirrel who gave up looking for nuts in favor of a pleasant view. I fall in love every single day. And I never do anything about it.