SUNNYSIDE

by Crowmama

“So?” Catherine asked, between licks of ice-cream while strolling beneath golden tulip trees. Too chilly for it, really, but Vincent insisted on treating, and she’d dressed warmly enough—highway woman to his vagabond prince—to steal him away come any weather.

The entirety of Halloween could be celebrated, she reasoned, opening a world within a day’s ride—a divine morning at the Cloister’s Fuentidueña Chapel, a vivid fall picnic along the Hudson, an afternoon lighthouse tour, venerable cemeteries, Irving’s Sunnyside.

This year, no more vicariously living in the Horseman’s world. He’d be surrounded by it.

“No words,” he replied, smiling.