Laughing over some memory, Colleen grabbed my arm Saturday and exclaimed "wasn't college just the best time ever?" I fell silent and could give no answer. What I meant to say was that college wasn't the best time ever, that this was. Walking through Soho in t-shirts in October with the sun on our bare arms and in our eyes, making us squint, was perfect. As was brunch the next day, with everyone crowded at cafe tables laughing over mimosas while the sun in the windows made us all shed scarves and sweaters. How can I say I was happier then, years ago and further south, yet still with her and with the sun always in our eyes?
How do you compare joys?
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Rein, you are such a beautiful writer. You shoudl collects all these and call it 'New York Diary' or 'Meditations on a black Dress'. Please do this, you are great. Love, Deb
Erin - I should spell-check. Deb
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