On this frigid weekday morning, trains arrive and depart at the station nearby. As I walk through Long Dock parking lot towards the river's edge, I notice a young woman climbing hurriedly, half nakedly, from the rear seat to the front seat of a car. I wonder why the windows aren't steamed up, then notice the engine exhaust vapor. Of course, on a morning like this, additional heat is required. I give the car wide berth and look straight ahead as I pass, trying to give her some privacy, but I know the hormonal spell is broken. I try to remember desire so consuming this place would seem secluded enough. A wave of longing washes over me. I recall parking lots and access roads, a girl, and a police officer who always seemed to know where to find us, or could it have been we weren't that original?
I wonder what circumstances conspired to bring her here. Whose sight and mind does she need to be out of?