Longer wispy blond hair. It blew in the wind.
He was on his way to the concert at the Great Lawn in Central Park. It was next to Turtle Pond that he would meet her. She was dark and curly haired with a streak of revolution in her soul as she met him near the pond, their frequent meeting spot. Her parents would never approve, but they would never find out. They would meet as they watched Simon and Garfunkel in the distance, on the reservoir side of the lawn.
Streams of young people, middle aged, Hasidic Jews, good old boys, were all streaming to the park which would eventually hold the half a million people who were coming to see the reunion.
A smile came to his face. She was there, happy, excited and wanting to share the grand experience.
Later, they would hear the music coming through the trees at Turtle Pond and listen to the seamless harmonies of the duo.
Years later she would talk of it. Think of it. What a time to have been alive.