Certain ideas were only possible at dusk. For a while we tried going for walks in the afternoon light but they didn't work the same; they didn't fit just right. Maria moved back to Kansas City in May and Hector started pacing across the room over and over again whenever we'd gather on Saturdays and drink and paint and write. He couldn't sit still; he needed to walk. It was our third summer together and after three months, by August, we were sure of what we wanted, we knew what we needed. We needed the sun setting over the East River and cars sprinting along the FDR at night. We needed the silence of our minds filled by the city, not always and not forever, but for a while. We needed that much. If nothing else, we knew we needed that much.
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