The month long streak of sunshine and clear skies
had been broken by a massive nimbus cloud that set over the hotel
building. Thoughts of the past consumed my head as I walked down the
path to the lawyer's office. I looked back to the precise moment when
they saw each other again. There was a canopy of rain that day too,
when Gatsby and Daisy reunited after five long years. As I strolled
along the sidewalk, the old memories of what New York meant to me all
punched me in the face. Just about when the wind that was knocked out
of me returned, round two was served up to me
from a face that bore a resemblance to someone familiar, someone warm
and beautiful, with a tinge of age and exhaustion.
