March 24, 2010
I walked down Harvey to a shop that reminded me of Natalie, complete with specialty rocks, incense and candles. New age music chimed overhead as I recalled the evening walks down quiet bicycle paths and the way the moon shimmered across the pond. Goose droppings littered our path; lights from the surrounding condominiums looked like spaceships. Natalie described a mountain surrounded by unsurpassable walls after we meditated to our past-life cassette tape. I slid my finger across a selenite and read its health benefits before leaving the store. The music followed me a ways, but then it was gone.