"The only truly magical and poetic exchanges that occur in this life occur between two people" - Tom Robbins
Monday, March 14, 2011
When i think of Poppit and I together in NYC for a month I picture Poppit with her bedraggled hair and a T shirt making coffee in the morning in a tiny kitchen. I picture myself in the early afternoon after a meandering morning in the city, peering out of the apartment window. I picture Poppit joining me and seeing the park across the street and saying "wanna get a bottle of gin and some juice and go across to the park?". I nod.