It's nice weather today; yesterday, the rain cleaned the air, now the remains of the storm – just scattered clouds – are doing a slow-dance across the sky. Timid, shy, confused yet daring... they drift close, merge, then draw apart. Like they’re flirting with each other.
I look at my cell, on impulse I dial... my cousin picks up.
She seems so happy to hear me, and it feels good to hear her.
"Come over," she says.
"Well, uhh, no, i just called to say hi."
"Hi! Come over!"
"But you probably have plans!"
"You are my plans."
And though she cannot see me, i smile.
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