they met at a rally for a politician, for the revolution. it was early morning the first day of November. she rode her bike there; this man spoke sweetly, the conversation so strong she walked her bicycle so she could continue to be captivated by him. the day before elections, the first day of November became every day indefinite. conversations became poetry and verses sang to each other spontaneously; songs about love and love lost. -where had he been? in the season between autumn and winter their new friendship transcended seasons, with every dance she ecstatically brought to life for him. met at a rally for the political revolution a woman, tentative yet open to his questions and stories. stories and questions answered in new voices in a new world, spinning harmony singing, dancing and connecting on this level a level foreign to her yet familiar to him. where had she been?? he lusted after lands she had traveled and now they could dream.