Not a greeting.

Not a shock.

It was the completely unremarkable embrace of a woman who has done this a hundred times and who is slightly late.

I would like to be able to describe what happened in me at that moment and I cannot, particularly.

I remember the fence.

I remember that my hands were cold and that I noticed they were cold, and I remember a very specific and almost irrelevant thought arriving with total clarity, which was:

The twelfth of February.