I fell for you decades ago when I moved north as a newlywed. My husband and I pulled our rental truck in front of an old brownstone in the Uptown area on Girard Street. A February snowstorm swirled around us.
That day was sort of like our first kiss, Minneapolis. Since our truck got stuck in a snowdrift and our apartment floors remained wet with varnish, my husband and I were stranded in a big city without wheels or shelter. Decided to start walking and, through no intent, headed toward Lake of the Isles. As we approached the lake, the snow tapered and the sun hung low in the sky. We were star-struck -- standing in front of the most charming lake I had ever seen -- in the middle of our new city.
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