Last night, I said goodbye to a very good friend of mine, the last of an era.
I wish her well.
I was sad for a moment. Then, waiting at the train station, I saw and heard a man mumbling along to Linkin Park. A Catholic man with a stain on his forehead to commemorate Ash Wednesday smiled and stared at me. A trio of smokers gossiped loudly outside a bar.
The sadness was brief. I was reminded, this was only the beginning.