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March 20, 2006
Quiet discourse
Kids... even when they're asleep in the next room, you miss 'em. At least they're near. If I wanted to kiss them I could. If I wanted to hold them I could. What I couldn't do is to keep them asleep while doing so. And what I couldn't have done is to make the whole apartment and the neighbours sane for the rest of the night in exchange for the temporary lapse into insanity.
Elephants crossed the Midtown tunnel into Manhattan tonight. I hope they're safe. Met a few colleagues in a friend's photo exhibit, friends I haven't seen for months. One of them is leaving soon. Another returned to the city after a 3-year absence. Stories of having new people working for old friends. Stories of new travel and new folios. Stories of old and of the stale. Like an old song, the familiarity helped wind down a long day. Images reminding me of my own muses. And a thought that led to that afternoon in the empty Bethesda fountain, during which a child wondered how we found humour in pulling a hood over one's face.
Posted by quickness at March 20, 2006 08:57 PM
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