Dear Binda,

It’s now autumn. In New York there is a swirl of possibilities, chocolate, vanilla, strawbery ice creams piled high on cake. I love this time of year. I wish you were here. I know. You are only in Jersey. Not the end of the world. I appreciate your closeness.

It’s soggy out, now, with rain. I know  things get really messy at this time with you and Brian. But I’m here. I have to be. Because…I’m here.

Looking forward to our visit on Friday!