oh, the most beautiful man walking his dog at the park.

i smiled leaving my car, crossing the street, then stopped in my tracks because for a second i thought he was tr knight. i love tr knight and always want to stop and talk. but then i realized he was not tr. he was taller and leaner, with giant, clear eyes. and kind of gorgeous from the inside out. he waved. i waved. pretended i was waving at the dog? yes i did. walked away. stunned.

i've never come to the cafe at this time. have never seen him before. this is what i like about venice. you can see the same people, or you can never see the same people. it's like lazy waves on a beach.

the indulgence of the idea was tempting. but i immediately wiped the image of whatever i thought i saw from my mind. not the time. now i probably wouldn't be able to pick him out of a police line-up. i'm trying to stay focused. there's a time and place for everything.