My life is a whirlwind. I was born in Pittsburgh, grew up in New Jersey, relocated to Asheville, North Carolina and now I'm back and forth between all three states.

 

I can't sit still.

 

There's still so much to see.

 

I just bought a Canon Rebel Digital XTi.

 

I wouldn't want to be anyone else.

   

This is it.

     

The boy at the far end of the train car

kept looking behind him

as if he were afraid or expecting someone

 

and then she appeared in the glass door

of the forward car and he rose

and opened the door and let her in

 

and she entered the car carrying

a large black case

in the unmistakable shape of a cello.

 

She looked like an angel with a high forehead

and somber eyes and her hair

was tied up behind her neck with a black bow.

 

And because of all that,

he seemed a little awkward

in his happiness to see her,

 

whereas she was simply there,

perfectly existing as a creature

with a soft face who played the cello.

 

And the reason I am writing this

on the back of a manila envelope

now that they have left the train together

 

is to tell you that when she turned

to lift the large, delicate cello

onto the overhead rack,

 

I saw him looking up at her

and what she was doing

the way the eyes of saints are painted

 

when they are looking up at God

when he is doing something remarkable,

something that identifies him as God.