Walking Cross-Town. With Spirits.


The subway rumbles underground, the earth trembles under my feet. Out of the corner of my eye, a flourish and a rustle. I turn.

Blue waste paper twirls in a whirlwind. It spins upward in the current before landing gently on the concrete in front of the hulking sky scraper.


It’s 6 am. A still, windless morning in Midtown. A single piece of wastepaper lifts the Blues, lightness fills the cavity.

I turn my head back to see it stir.


Is that you?





  1. I’d say yes…

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  2. Why not? He loves you. Just letting you know he is around. 🙏🏻

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  3. Yes…

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  4. Without a doubt..keeping an eye on his guy. 😊

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  5. “Of course Dad. I’ll always be with you.”

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  6. This one…special. Really made me smile. 💘

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  7. Of course it’s me, who else would it be. :o)
    Love this one. :o)

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  8. “Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.”
    Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez,
    Love in the Time of Cholera

    I’m surprised it wasn’t a velcro strip.

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  9. Bark, bark. Translated: Yes, yes……

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  10. roseanne333 says:

    Indeed it was. What a blessing to take through the weekend.

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  11. He’s in your heart and in your head. You take him with you wherever you go.

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  12. It well might be. As one who straddles two worlds sometimes, it’s not at all implausible. ❤ Nice little ditty, btw.

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  13. I love this. So much comfort.

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  14. Of course it was. Looking after you, no doubt about it.

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  15. he has learned to just float.

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  16. I am sure, he is! Thank you, Love, nia


  17. Awww….always in your heart.

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