The NYC marathon was happening while we debated where to meet.
Banksy didn’t open the doors…
High Line was busy as expected.
We drank coffee while catching up on the regular topics: family, husband, children.
Once our feet hit the pavement we dug in a little deeper. What’s really going on? But first she’ll need a scarf. It’s windy.
It’s New York City in November for crying out loud.
It didn’t take long to remember how deeply I love this woman. I’m tearing up as I type this.
The old buildings remind me of my first pair of doc martins. They were green. A real love affair… maybe my first.
I realize while looking & feeling fabric I like Japanese designs!
She found a scarf. It felt soft & a little familiar.
We wept together…. right there in front of a Bellows painting near the elevator.
I always love being near her.
