Writer on the Run XXVIII

I watched him walk down the steps to his train and this is hardly new for us...it was part of our lives for so long. The excitement when I see his face come around the corner for a visit and then the heart sinking feeling when he turns the same corner with a final wave. Seeing his face when I came around the corner in Central Park to finish out the last few hundred meters was everything I needed it to be. I finally walked away and down the long hallway like I was swimming against the salmon...I needed to get to Port Authority to catch my bus to Jersey...I hope Cleopatra isn't going to want a long walk tonight because it's not going to happen. Clarence is back at the firehouse so it's just her and I for a few days...