New walk from D.’s new house takes about 5 minutes more than the old one, at least that’s my guess, since I wasn’t paying too much attention to time. There were other, better things to keep in mind, like the wind & the feeling of an impending change in the weather & the gradual incline/decline of College Ave. D. bought a paper, gently placed the Sports section on top of the newspaper-recycling stand, and offered me the choice of News or Metro. I took news, scanned the front page, then dug in & read about the rescue of two goats perched perilously on a bridge in Montana, about yesterday’s oil rig explosion, the removal of the temporary cap from the BP oil well, and a contested NATO airstrike in Afghanistan. I watched D. fold & unfold his paper, tried to manage mine as neatly (need to practice). There was some hand-holding between folding-moments, some looking out the windows as the train crossed the bridge we walked last night, some goodbye-kissing on the Downtown Crossing platform. Mostly I just felt really happy.

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