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  • All signs point to the direction I must go.
    There is only one way, the sign says.

    But there are really many different ways.
    My husbands Grandfather, always, used to ask, "What train did you take? Where did you tranfer?"
    I told him once that we took the C train to the park and then walked across to the museum.
    "Why would you walk when you can take the C and transfer to the L and then take the 6 train to Lexington?" he was amazed how far you could get for your one token.
    It was like an all you can eat buffet.

    Why did I ever leave the loons and the lake?
    Empty the morning after Labor Day when we went out on the water at dawn and rowed, and then swam in the sunrise.

    Now, back in Manhattan, I am seduced again, by the pulse of this Island.
    Why did I ever leave this city full of human life, ever interesting and flowing with constant energy?

    We finished our work yesterday, cabinets installed, small loose ends tied up today.
    Getting our supplies up and down the tiny elevator to the 13th floor took time, so I chatted with the elevator operator.

    The elevator operator, from Montenegro, recently spent two weeks at home.
    “How was your vacation?” I asked him.
    “I had two weeks with no cell phone, no TV, and no car, it was so quiet, so nice.” he said.

    I walked for miles, after working, and finally sat on a park bench with my husband and a bottle of water, and watched a kick-ball game in the park until we moved on again.

    I am following the signs, and looking for balance.
    On the trail of beauty, and tomorrow, the roads back home.
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