The street lights are already on at 3 p.m. Is it broken? The day is
getting shorter. Winter will come. But will I ever see her again?
As always, I was walking towards Columbia University in Riverside
Park in Manhattan. A slender Asian woman walks from the opposite side. Even from a
distance, it is an intelligent and extraordinary woman. I hesitated whether to say hello. On my way back, the woman I just saw
came from the opposite direction again.
The moment she brushed my side, she was asking me “Aren’t you teacher Lee?” I was
surprised. I do not know her at all. “Do you know me?” I asked. “I read your article in the newspaper
that said you wear walking in Riverside Park. I looked carefully because I
though I might one day encounter you on the trail. I’m sure you are walking up
front today. I encouraged my intuition.”
One reader was contacted to meet me on
the way to Jogyesa Temple in 96th Street, saying she thought I am living near
by. And another reader came to dance
with me on a Saturday at the Cathedral in Queens. We became a close friend. But I can’t
believe this will happen while talking a walk.
I walk tirelessly repeated the same route every day, as zombie. I might
possibly enjoy repeating the same thing over and over
again. But it's not same
since I met her.
Wouldn’t it be her if I saw a slim woman? Looking for a chance to meet her.
I am sitting on a chair donated by a woman name Maggie Smith, looking around
and waiting for her who enjoys sitting on that chair too.
My younger son who returns to New York now travels all over the world from
the age of 14 to 26 whenever he has a chance. He
said, "I feel so lonely
that I travel alone. I might possibly enjoy if I plan to meet someone at my destination. "'In South
America, the bus did not come on time, so I walked alone for 17 hours. I am tired
of wandering alone. I should stay in one place and earn money." I was convinced by what my son's had
said.
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