On a Sunday night,
we walked some streets in Cambridge.
It was fall. The streets were wet; the
air was chilled.
We actually found a small place
that served chowder. It was cheap,
and it was good. And I
imagined a hundred places like it in
the town. I think I
That was my first and so far last trip there,
though she came once to me. But
at the time, we were set at odds against
each other; there was no way
we could get it right.
C L Couch
Bicycles in the Rain