I was wandering around the center of my neighbourhood at 10 PM tonight. I had to return my library books.

It was a hot, balmy night. As I neared the gelati store, the world was suddenly populated by lovers. Under the warm pools of yellow lamplight, couples gazed at each other and shared gelati. The dark nooks of buildings were filled with low murmurings of sweet talk, committment and the slurping of gelati. Other partnerships leaned in together under the protection of trees. They held onto each other — and their gelati cones. Another pairing walked towards me, their arms hooked together. Obviously, they were heading towards the gelati store.

I was a library-bag-carrying intruder in the field of love.