I sit alone on the concrete pylon, the thick steel support tenuously connecting me to the rocky shore, the adjoining park, and Brooklyn beyond. Couples and friends sit nearby on the grass and benches, talking and laughing. As my eyes scan the crowd I spot three other loners nearby, one on a rock, one under a tree, and one leaning on a fence. I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on my back, the breeze through my hair, and take comfort in their isolation. I daydream about them, looking out and seeing the same view, thinking the same thoughts, feeling the same emotions, daydreaming about me. As I open my eyes I see them gather, laughing and sharing their food, friends. They climb onto the nearest pylon and for a moment I feel betrayed, my kindred spirits lost. But as they settle I see that they're now sitting together alone, not speaking, not smiling, breaking their silence only to laugh as we all get sprayed by the sudden waves from the approaching ferry breaking on the rocks below. The girl in front of me closes her eyes and as the breeze flows through her hair I suddenly no longer feel alone.
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