This Time. . .

My eye is drawn to things that are isolated, separated, alone. A woman in a crowded station waiting on a train.

One must be alone as well, I think, to notice and to ponder. I wondered about this woman as she stood waiting on the train. Her posture and her outline spoke to me. She seemed out of place there, out of time. I don't know. I imagined her as I sat waiting alone as well, not specifically, but as an emotion or a mood, a stationary moment in the flow of time.

I am home now. As always when returning from a trip, I am determined to change my life. How many times. . . . But today, I will take a few very specific actions that will make some difference for awhile. New York City inspires in unexpected ways. Sitting at a sidewalk table at the Cafe Extra Virgin in the West Village, I thought about the luxuriously quiet, peaceful places that people have carved out of the noise and chaos around them, so different from the bland nothingness of the vast, suburban sprawl which people strive to fill with noise. You will see. My life will change this time. Yes, you will see.