One of my favorite bloggers wrote a note to me in a post. Of course I have to like it and reblog it…
It’s Sunday. Sun’s up and it’s warming. Squirrels are foraging, birds are pecking at the feeders, others chirp overhead in the trees, still bare and free of spring shoots. Dickens had it right: “It was one of those
March April days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
Day of Sabbath. Day of Peace (should be). Several hours remain, and they are leaking fast – Monday’s calendar is already bullying its way in.
So why go here?
Because it goes where it wants.
It’s Friday afternoon, and voila, the appearance of a fortituous gap in the calendar. The elevator is racing down from the 39th floor to the Lobby. I check the train schedule, 1:04 pm departure, 24 minutes to walk across town to Grand Central. Doable. Fingers, eyes and mind skitter from…
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