Day 39: Thanksgiving Day: Where are you?

AJK: Hey, where are you?

Intelligentsia—the one on Broadway.
I’m in the window, black coffee, sweet scone.

Thoughts of him are standing in my peripheral vision. They’ve spotted me, now alert and ready to engage if I turn my head just a little further in their direction. So I tune in to the sensation in my belly instead. Take another sip of coffee. Remove my winter hat.

Later I’ll be in my shower with geranium and bergamot. And later still, I’ll be in Uptown with a chef and his designer wife, sipping an apéritif in their home and relaxing with their gracious hearts.