Her little fingers were pressed up against the train window, and she wobbly balanced on her mom’s lap while gazing out across the view that she sees everyday. Repeatedly but each time equally convincing she belts an overwhelmed “Wow!” from the depth of her toddler frame. I don’t know if it’s the water, the building, the height from which the train is off the ground or some other simple and astonishing construction that impresses her so deeply, but it does. And that’s how I feel daily.
The train zipped me over to Manhattan this morning and the sun was shining in a way that reassured me in my core that this is where I am supposed to be. This place gets me, nourishes me, makes me me.
I just want to have my nose up on that grimy window, marveling at the city and exclaiming. Instead, of course, I smile to myself, read my book and write a blog post later.