Meeting Her in the Maple Woods

She liked to step out of the subway at whichever station took her fancy. At Houtan Park, a strand of golden hair fell across her fair face, its wispy ends fluttering gently in the breeze. The wind off the Huangpu River swept along the shore, and streetlights illuminated the art-filled Fenyang Road as I took her hand and led her through the gates of the conservatory.