Janey’s natural glow illuminated our day, shot off the glass buildings and reflective windows. And she accomplished such a goal with the utterance of one simple word. “Wow.” These streets never fail to amaze and capture the imagination, and pictures can only show so much of its wonder. Nothing does its sights and attractions justice like actually seeing it up close and personal. This town was, of course, New York City, with its magnificent skyscrapers and bustling throngs of people, the pace of a place that barely stops to catch its breath. I’d been dazzled when I first laid my eyes on its urban sprawl, and now came Janey’s turn. She was no less enraptured than I had been. I might have been keeping an eye on the road ahead of me, but for certain out of the corner of my other eye I stole a look at her face as the skyline came into view. Wonder gave way to awe, and for the present moment the problems that existed between us melted away, like hot water thrust on ice. Despite the anxiety I was feeling, there was no way I was going to ruin this trip for her.
