Walks with Gi

Most afternoons, Gi and I walk home from school together.

Underneath I-95, across the construction of a new round-about. Talking.

Towards Brickell, watching the buildings rise as we get closer. Talking.

Turning left and walking along the bike path under the Underline, a park beneath Miami’s metro rail. Talking.

Crossing the street and rounding the corner, then sprinting across the road, avoiding cars. Laughing.

Over the bridge that crosses the Miami River, sweating by now under the beating sun. Talking.

Then finally arriving to her apartment building, where we say good bye and I catch the metro mover to my house.

(Except usually we linger another ten or twenty minutes to continue our conversation.)