We are busy, we all are, but lately I am trying to bring some sense of clarity back to the days I spend with my Bearded Co-Catfinder. Less homework and conflicting schedules, more coffee mornings and talk radio and making corn scones from scratch and wandering down to the taco place for a snack in the middle of the afternoon and letting the wind blow around us and feeling strong and together again.
It was on such an occasion that Africa reappeared.
Back to the good stuff. Erica with cats, Jake photographing.
[Sighting: St. Marks Ave. at Franklin Ave., Brooklyn, NY]
And from that brief encounter, we wandered home laughing, and I was reminded of all the times that had passed, and all that stretched ahead of us, past these sidewalks and this city, into some great unknown place.