One of my responsibilities at work is community outreach for our division. This includes an advisory group that meets every two months. I am always exhausted at the finish of meeting night. It's usually not over until 7:30 and it seems there are lots of little issues that pop up during the day before the meeting. Tonight was the meeting and it was no exception. It went well, but I was so tired at 8:00 when I left for home. It was a nice night and I decided to skip the subway and take the bus -- actually it's three buses -- to get home.
The first bus arrived pretty quickly and in seven minutes I was in Manhattan and at the stop for the next bus. No one else is waiting, but it's a beautiful night, I have a seat and a good book -- Anita Brookner's Visitors -- and I am content waiting for the bus. I am oblivious to the world when I hear a voice pointing out that the street is blocked. There are no buses. There is no traffic at all and the usually bustling East 57th Street looks like this...totally deserted. I realize without the kindness of this stranger I might have sat here for hours reading and not noticed that there was no traffic at all.
Even though I am always on the lookout for movie and television shoots I had missed this sign. So thankful for my angel who noticed me sitting and reading and took the time to think of me.
Thanks, all, for your sweet comments on blog sisters and Buttercupland. I've saved Amrita's description of my little country and it's now a part of my heading. Please come and visit often.