An open road to a desperate bridge.

 

Makes me think what is she doing in the middle of a New York City street, at night and dressed with a night sleeping black robe.

City lights

Making me jealous of her and betraying me. You traitor.

I ❤ when she does these things to me.

the dead calm waters, The Secret Path. A Dance in the fields, a stranger delivered into my heart 

A much better feeling than to walk above gravel and stones.