Tuesday, September 6, 2011
On the plane today, the woman sitting next to me asked to borrow a pen. I lent her one, and she proceeded to write furiously in a notebook for nearly two hours straight. Then, she closed her eyes and assumed a meditative pose for the rest of the flight. I thought a lot about the past week on the flight, but I am at a loss for words. I'm just not as efficient at self-expression as my seat mate was. Or maybe it's the jet lag.
What I can say is that I needed the visit. I need those conversations with my sister that last all night long, as much as I need air.
It was a once in a lifetime experience being with my nephew on the eve of his freshman year; helping him get settled at NYU.
As we were leaving the city this morning, one of the screens at Times Square flashed the message, 'Great Times Are Waiting.' It took a bit of the sting off leaving, summer's end, and school starting in the morning.