"So many people walk through life in this town - and few of them see the beauty that is striving to make itself known between the multitude of sky-high buildings and the cracks of crowded sidewalks. But it makes me happy that I notice it. And I know that you would, too."
These words were written by my hand on the back of a postcard dated December 2002 that I apparently never sent. I found it in a wonderfully worn old notebook of mine... a small cloth-bound book with many blank pages and a dozen or so old memories I stuck in there over these past years in New York. This and two other postcards that were stamped and addressed and never mailed. A list of Theatre To See, plays and musicals that aren't even running anymore. A picture of a pregnant woman, cut out from a magazine and tucked away here like a foreshadowing of a dream that's only just come true. A thank you card from my brother. "To Rachel (heart) Edward Norton" scrawled on a piece of scrap paper. Photos of her garden from one of my favorite college teachers. Quotes hastily written on post-it notes.
And a P.S. on this particular memory: "Thanks for introducing me to Pad Thai... I eat it all the time since I've moved up here!"