365 Project -- 170 - A Dream of a Sunday in June (set)
I'm not sure if these memories were just a dream.
It started on an island. There was a ferry. I know there were people, but I could never quite make out a face. There were old hats, fancy clothing, lacy umbrellas; It must have been the 20's, except everything seemed new. Manhattan was still the same, sort of. Parts of the island seemed empty; others seemed full of those faceless people.
It must have been a Sunday.