photo: MetArt

City Fantasies

part one: watching, waiting, dreaming…

I worked from home about twice a week and I assumed he did, as well. At least, it would make sense for him to be leaning over his balcony, pensively drinking coffee at 11am, if he worked from home. My desk window faced a large picture window of his and I surreptitiously observed him every week. Not stalking, that would be creepy. But he was there, right across from me, on…