I blew you a kiss from my window seat on the train, but you didn’t see it.
You were too busy picking up sheets of paper that had been scattered on the southbound platform at the Menlo Park Caltrain station at 8:45 this morning. It had rained earlier, so when the sheets settled on the ground, they were stuck by the wet.
The sheets must have just fallen out of someone’s hand or bag, because as my northbound train pulled into the station, it created a draft that blew those pages into an aesthetic dramatic flurry. As my train pulled away headed on north, you were depositing the soggy sheets into the garbage can
Thank you for your act of civic chivalry, you khaki-jacketed, bespectacled knight.