I saw a small kitten sitting outside a fruit and vegetable shop. I watched her lick her paws with a grace only felines had. She looked boredly at the street watching people flurry by on foot or bikes, or in buses. I felt a kinship with the kitten. Both of us unimpressed by the bustling Brooklyn street but neither of us making any movement to leave it. 

I closed my eyes and let the sun drench my face with warmth. It was hard to imagine this was the same sun that was over the mountains of Guatemala right now, that was setting behind Dani in Berlin. I saw her in Berlin. The setting sun forcing me to squint my eyes but I saw her. Her blonde hair pushed over so only one and a half eyes was showing. She looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes and the sun disappeared below the horizon and we were in an underground U-Bahn station. She had a black scarf wrapped around her neck and flowing inside her matching black jacket. On her hands were black leather gloves one of them lovingly gripping a large bottle of German beer by it’s neck. Her tight jeans clung to her legs creating an unevenness in her body compared to her large oversized jacket. Her black boots came up over her jeans. She turned to the side to reveal a shaved side of her head and took a sip of her beer. A train rumbled into the station. A note flickered on the train as though each car was a page in a flip book like the ones I used to collect when I was a kid. The note on the train read, “Hurry the fuck up kiddo. xoxo”.