ray of light
spent yesterday wandering the streets of the west village with my sister.
the streets of our youth, so many lazy days hanging in washington square park, and many crazy nights catching the midnight showing of rocky horror at the 8th street playhouse.
now we come from opposite directions, me to penn station, her to grand central, now we have to watch the clock, having to catch our separate trains home to children and responsibilities.
but what a day we had. lunch at an outdoor cafe, nonstop chatter and lots and lots of laughter.
some things change.
but happily, some things stay the same.