The picture I took of you with your camera Sunday night has developed in my mind. I can see you smiling. It made my heart beat faster. I wish I had stuck around instead of running away. I ran back up the hill twice more in that hour hoping to find you again and get more than a photograph. You have a beautiful face and a unmistakable warmth to your voice. I’d love to see you again. This photo in my mind won’t last forever. -Running Photographer
This article appears in Jun 19-25, 2014.