The Time: 12:25 in Rittenhouse.
You: The brown feather-coated beauty who decided to venture into metro life, swoop down, and kill and eat a pigeon today in the park... perched just low enough that everyone could see the beautifully gory details.
Me: Um, the boy wishing that you were my pet hawk, to launch at unsuspecting hipsters and cabbies who swerve into the bike lane.
Here's hoping we meet again.
PS. When we made eye contact, when your head swivveled around, well, let's just say I think we had a moment... you and me could run this town.
Link (via Philadelphia Will Do).
Indexed by tags missed connections, craigslist, Philadelphia, hawk.