It finally happened.
Walking across 6th Ave after work yesterday to meet my mom who had just arrived to GCS, I saw him.

Bill Cunningham casually rode past me, even more handsome in person, with his electric blue coat.

I peeled my sunglasses off the bridge of my nose, and said instinctively, "hi Bill!"

He turned his head towards me, slowly, inquisitively, and then said, "oh, hello" with a big, toothy grin.

I have hoped for this moment all summer.

I was wearing wedges, Anne Taylor patterned shorts, a brown belt, and a black scoop neck T.