I feel like I can not take it anymmore, I am so tired and tonight it is cold penetrating to the bones. I run among the trees, it’s dark and there are many roads, but I know where I should go, I just have to run far enough so that they do not reach me before I get to our meeting. I can not fail her, I told her that I would be there on the bridge at ten o’clock, she promised the same, and I will not allow this setback to come between us. Central Park is too big, they do not know where I am going… I do not hear them behind me anymore, I think I’ve lost them. I continue my way thinking about her, neither the cold nor the darkness nor the fatigue will stop me. I am approaching, and finally I arrive at the bridge, Bow Bridge, a magical bridge, with its characteristic white illuminating the gray night, with those crystalline waters that with tranquility fill hearts with peace, with that greenery of the trees that surround it, and those skyscarpers shining with the lights, reminding ...