To the tall, lithe, wondrous and glamourous woman in high heels with shockingly coloured hair who was gliding down Argyle street on Saturday morning. When you were singing, “How deep is the ocean”, I felt the overwhelming urge to reply, “How high is the sky?”, but convention held back my voice. Without knowing, you positively impacted my day and had me humming Billie Holiday all afternoon. Thank you. —Pedestrian Paramour
This article appears in Mar 28 – Apr 3, 2013.