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 the Metro North App, to iMessage, to Work email to Gmail. The mental box continues to drop, one eye is on the floor indicator, like it might not stop on the ground floor and keep going. The stomach does a wee backflip and settles. Otis Elevator Man has this under control. How all this sh*t works is lost on me. Best I don’t know.
I step into the lobby and then onto Times Square. A ZOO, even in the drizzle. I glance right, left, and across the street, the scene is Same – the jeweler on break for a smoke, the Construction worker with his florescent vest, the driver of the double decker tour bus, the traffic cop pausing between lights – all have their heads are down inside smart phones, and outside the World.
I wait for the Walk sign, and it’s back to Gmail. I pop open a WordPress notification from Todd’s blog – Bright, Shiny Objects, with the post titled: “Why?” I click the link, wait impatiently for the cell service to catch up, thousands of others doing the same at the same time, the rain, the overcast, the tall looming skyscrapers block satellite reception – it clears. I chuckle, and whisper: “Truth.” I punch out: “Great“, hit send, and the gremlins grab it and race off to Algoma, WI.
The signal turns to Walk.
Six minutes later, my phone buzzes, the gremlin’s have raced back from Algoma with a reply from Todd:
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