Saturday, November 12, 2011

Grand Central State of Hope

We often walk back and forth without even looking up to see the faces of those we bump into on the street. Driving around, the isolation is even more pronounced.

But sometimes, when we are forced to raise our eyes to avoid running someone over, amazing things happen.

Is he waiting for his loved one, flowers in hand, making sure he has the poem he is planning to recite upon her arrival duly memorized? Or is he just killing the time with a book in the mean time? What is he listening to?

The stock market is getting destroyed, Europe is falling apart, dictators are thrown out of power and killed. But in a little quiet corner of an otherwise noisy and crowded place in the heart of New York, someone longs for his loved one. And that´s all that matters.

1 comment:

  1. Lovely, and you´re right on this one, that´s all that matters. :)