Scurrying through midtown on a drizzling day, dancing with the tourists at the base of the Empire State Building, getting sucked into a mediocre Japanese restaurant by a promoter with menus on the corner, and enjoying the sights and sounds and poetic ambiguity of the MTA.
Tomorrow is my last official Sunday of lessons, the day of the week that used to be such a burden and now has become the pinnacle of the week, regardless of the energy it requires. Luckily, endings are often not so black and white, and for most of these students, we will have meetings in the coming weeks. More Goodbyes dodged for the time being.
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