My Friend Cagney

             His name is Cagney. He is in his late twenties and his height matches him perfectly. He is a dark ginger with short spiky hair and blue eyes. They were as deep as the middle of the ocean but had a lightness to them like the reflection of the sky on the water. His laugh was sweet, genuine, and pleasing to the ear.  It was not too deep like Santa Clause and not too high like the squeak of a mouse, it was just right and nice.
        He lives in New York City in Upper Manhattan. He moved there from California to follow his dream of being a professional photographer. It was a big step moving away from his family but he knew if he was going to make something of his life, he had to move.
He is fun loving, generous, and kind.
          He spends most of his time in Central Park, gathering his thought and taking pictures of his favorite moments in nature. While he rested on a park bench, that was when I met Cagney. I was also in Central Park taking pictures this summer. I was looking for a "nice looking gentlemen" to take a picture with and when I spotted Cagney, I couldn't pass him up.
I took a picture with him as the city that never sleeps hustled by, from carriages to bike riders. Those few moments on that park bench were the most pleasant moments, and they belonged to me and Cagney. I will never forget his eyes, his smile, and his sweet laugh.

and this is my moment with Cagney. Just another day in Central Park.

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