Toward the end of August...

To The Lady on the Train,

The slide to mid August has brought noticably shorter days and suddenly cooler nights. Although this city is beseiged by construction at every corner, the level of traffic seems suddenly less frenzied. Perhaps less humidity and cooler temperatures have relaxed us a little - we no longer are irritated under a cruely oppressive sky.

I will drive you home - pushing our way slowly through the city and then opening up when we hit the highway. We will talk and I will hold your hand or rest it on your knee. We will be comfortable and easy with each other. But I will also hold in my thoughts and not say the words that I wish that I could say.

We will be away from each other for a while... and all I want is for you to come with me... I want to tell you how much I will miss you - but I can't.

I think that you know it though. I think that you can feel it.

The Man in the Station