i'm watching a man in grand central station... he's waiting. he knows exactly who he's waiting for. he doesn't know exactly when or where she'll come from...but she is coming. waves of people passed between us - his eyes sifting through hundreds of faces...looking for ONE. i'm fascinated watching him because...there is clearly nothing else on his mind. maybe age thirty or older but he reminds me of a small boy in his manner of standing...he seems so displaced on his own. his look of anticipation transforms into relief and confidence. he walks straight into the crowd and weaves in between people and bags and suitcases. his eyes are fixed. once his eyes locked on his wife - breaking his gaze and focus seems it would be near impossible. he's a different person. his expression is bright. his eyes are shining. ...i'm amazed at the transformation. less than a minute ago he was twenty steps behind where he is now and had such a forlorn appearance...but the presence of this other person utterly transformed his world ...or himself in the same world. he sees everything differently now. more people are laughing, the room is brighter, 11:30 isn't quite so late in the evening, the corners of their apartment will be filled with a different, fuller, sweeter air.
and i think...that was a beautiful moment.