Sunday, September 11, 2005

Four Years Later

I rode the J train over the bridge into Manhattan yesterday. It was so clear and bright and gorgeous of those rare and perfect late summer days that make the city seem newer and cleaner somehow. People seem friendlier, further from their's hard not to revel in everything about New York on days like that. In the middle of winter's life-sucking, miserable cold, it's the thought of those types of days that keep us Northeasters from packing up and moving to Florida once and for all.

As I was looking out over the water and the apartment houses and offices and billboards and washlines and cars and scads of wandering people, a thought that's hit me too many times in the past three years entered my mind once again:

I still can't believe that I'm here and they're not.


Anonymous glenn said...

I'm glad you're here.

2:07 PM  
Blogger Sangroncito said...

Me, too. I'm glad you're here.

(and I'll be "absent" for about 3 weeks as I head down to Brazil, making stops along the way and won't have much internet access...I'll be back stalking your blog the first week of October from Brazil...until then, take care of yourself! hugs, Sangroncito)

5:55 AM  
Blogger Helen the Felon said...

Thanks, loves. I'm glad I'm here too. Wouldn't know either of you, otherwise.

Michael, I'll miss you!

5:42 PM  

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