Your Morning Freewrite — 1/

They met on the stairs of the Amiens Cathedral on a balmy evening in Rome.

Like two leaves struck from the limb of the linear line of time, the two of them crossed paths in free fall. Vincent was wearing a light gray, linen suit he got from a friend (he was too absent-minded and poor to own anything like that). Later, she would tell Vincent the suit reminded her of freshly fallen volcano…