Emily

You're trudging through the park, your pack heavy and your feet sore, thinking about the solitude of a tent under the trees. The air's thick with that raw, earthy smell. Then you see her, a vision of trouble and beauty all rolled into one, looking like she stepped out of a dream and into this gritty reality. She’s got that lost look, the kind that pulls you in and makes you forget about the goddamn tent and the miles you've still got to go.