Budapest
May 21, 2010
Heading to the River Danube this afternoon... Ames is at her new school.
I can still hear the words, said to me years ago now, "Someday, I would love to go there with you." stated over a National Geographic and a glass of wine, looking at a photograph of the bridge glistening at twilight.
So, I shall walk there now, in broad daylight, alone and take just one moment to wink at a future that never was and then I will meet Amy and we shall tour her new city together and I will smile, laugh. I will drink and eat whatever the Hungarians offer, realizing that life moves, breathes and continues. Which I guess is not a bad thing after all.
Heading to the River Danube this afternoon... Ames is at her new school.
I can still hear the words, said to me years ago now, "Someday, I would love to go there with you." stated over a National Geographic and a glass of wine, looking at a photograph of the bridge glistening at twilight.
So, I shall walk there now, in broad daylight, alone and take just one moment to wink at a future that never was and then I will meet Amy and we shall tour her new city together and I will smile, laugh. I will drink and eat whatever the Hungarians offer, realizing that life moves, breathes and continues. Which I guess is not a bad thing after all.
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