Today’s lovely surprise: a postcard from New York, hurled to me across the miles by that so-called girl aka my sister. Five years my junior and the baby of the family, her life took on a sudden turn a couple of years ago, a turn that landed her in Baltimore.
Why the NY postcard? Well, she went to the Big Apple for a walk-and-gawk weekend, all by herself. I envy her NY trek, parts of which she details in her blog. She writes:
“In the Guggenheim, I wander through its meandering curves, gaping at the Picassos, the Pollocks, and the Kandinskys—fighting back tears and voices that say, ‘You’ve once only seen this in books.”
It’s transformative, the experience of having your mind blown away by travel, new surroundings, sights, sensations, great art. I too await my turn to set foot in New York, that city of dizzying contrasts. Who knows, one day maybe I can even drop by at the Guggenheim, too.