Things, Some

• Something about festival dailies.
  
• Something about frozen dumplings.
  
• Something about that stranger, leaning against the doors for the entire ride, writing alternating lines in blue pen and in black pen in a tiny notebook, and never messing up, and balancing.
  
• Something about Botox and sweating.
  
• Something about where they keep the carts at night and when it's cold.
  
• Something about this being the block where I lost you.
  
• Something about the bakery staying open for one more holiday's haul.