Sometimes you miss that one special person when you’re too busy looking for them.
Josh’s hand swept his unruly hair back from his forehead, he pulled the collar of his leather jacket tight against the chill river wind, as the Brooklyn ferry plied its lonely trade across the East River.
He gazed at the Manhattan skyline, all blue glass and steel, promising so much.
He didn’t see her approach the rail, didn’t see the wind buffeting her hair into curly ribbons.
They were silent. Still together at the rail for a long moment, feeling the wind of change sweeping their faces.
He turned first, sensing her.
Her deep brown eyes looked up innocently from her wheelchair. Her smile when it broke, was like a ray of pure sunlight piercing the grey clouds
...and the world skipped a beat.
Josh remembered that day, as he stood alone at the rail again on the Brooklyn ferry and unscrewed her little jar. He watched as the grey powder lazily drifted into the wind like a smoke signal.