Yesterday my little boy and I had lunch at a restored railroad station in an oh-so-pretty little town in New Jersey….
Picturesque it was.
Cocooned in the gingerbread fantasy…. merlot-colored walls warmed our hearts and curlicued windows threw the October sun in our faces…..
We laughed and interrupted each other as we always have….never at a loss for words or stories or GREAT INSIGHTS.
Maybe a hundred years ago lovers sat here, hating to part…or waited impatiently for the next train to arrive.
They couldn’t have been happier or sadder than me with my
Nearly thirty- three year old boy who (with his own lover by his side) is journeying to stations I will never visit.
(But, I know the hot chocolate will taste as good!)