Time flies and so does love.

We're zooming along the West Side Highway at the end of a long weekend of celebration. How, we ask each other, did eighteen years of marriage fly by so fast? Isn't it strange that, knowing each other so well, we still feel like lovers in love.
I am fooling around with my Palm. Taking pictures of the George Washington bridge and the river. We are laughing and talking about the dinner we just had at Luxia.



(Always go on Mondays, the theatres are dark and you can have the dining room corner to yourselves.) What good martinis! What good pasta! What a good steak! What good gelato! What a good love we have! Look at this one of the George, floating there in mid-air!!
But what's that light on the left end of the bridge??, she asks.


Dunno, says I, let's look at it closer....

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Ah, you see... that's why time had flown so fast, it has to keep up with our love flying over the bridge towards home...