I Will See

the lesson she learned  when her memory serves  is to marvel with love at the sunset  – iron and wine – the swans and the swimming – heading into work one particular morning this november, the eastern sky pushed gently against the rain and the gray. the yellow leaves and the sun’s rays called and responded to each other in a quiet harmony. a hopeful melancholy. sitting at my desk, upstairs in the Theatre, i can look to my right to a window that faces 36th street. from my chair… Continue reading I Will See