Beautiful Evenings

The weather is an easy casual conversation to have.  It's the perfect sort of thing for stepping in from the day and checking in with our doorman to say hello.  However, one of them has also told me that he is having trouble with his eyes, that cataracts surgery did not correct it, and tonight I found him huddled over lots of paper, looking through various doctors' recommendations.  Walking home on nights when I know Phil is working, I see the street a little differently.  The day and evening may be beautiful, but I reach for something that touches another sense, the feeling of the air, the temperature, the sound of the wind, some other way to connect and share with him in the passing moment that we have.