Smith Dahl

Unlike any other.

You've often wondered if you'd ever meet me. I am, perhaps, the one you thought you would not find.

You've looked for me, though. Searched through the crowds for my face. Perhaps you've caught a glimpse of my skirt trailing around the corner of the block. Or you've seen me across a dim room, locked in conversation, magnetized, alight.

You may know me from elsewhere, some other angular trajectory. Or perhaps, we've always just missed each other somehow so far. But perhaps that time is coming to a close. Let's hope so...