Shana~
The sun has risen higher in the blue sky. Once we're past the growing waiting crowd, Trevor starts to head west, and I hope I know where he's taking me. “Are we going to the park?"
“Unless you want to stop at Bloomingdale's?"
“Only if we can both try to buy the same gloves."
“You don't need gloves." He retakes my hand. “I'll keep your hand warm."
Even though that wasn't what I meant and he totally missed the movie reference, I like his alternative.
The city is alive with people hurrying from here to there. On corners, the music of street performers fills the air, temporarily masking the sounds of traffic. It's New York City and I'm finally glad to be here.
“You know," I say as we near the park, “it's nice not to worry about the fashion show any longer. It's done. Now only ti
