New York City Day

Yesterday was a special day. I spent the day at The Met in New York. It was a day of friendship and love. My dear friend of 25 years—who has seen me through so much—and me of her too—was in New York for one day interviewing at The Met. I took the train—then walked to the Met...talked and talked between her interviews. A reminder that I had a life before and that I will have a life again. She reminds me that I am a writer and that I am loved. We talked about all the changes we have each been thru—all the growth from all the hard things and the hopes we both hold for dreams yet to be fulfilled. We talked about relationships and about John. She does not want me to hurt anymore. In the afternoon I walked back to Penn Station stopping in an out of stores, window shopping, running the perfume gauntlet at Saks, and buying a bright green quilted jacket at Orvis. A kind of green that surprised me but it is, now that I think of it, the green of new grass on a early summer day—one much like today. It is new growth and new life and the color of hope.