If only I was at the beach

Thursday, March 23, 2006 - 8:25 a.m.

There was a woman wearing a fuzzy outfit - matching hat and coat seems to be black cashmere. Even though she was on the train, I bet she was luxuriating in it.

The woman across the aisle from me was engrossed in a thick book titled "Beginning Hindi" - I might take that to the beach with me.

I spent most of the ride daydreaming about my vacation in three months to Fire Island. Lying on the beach, doing nothing but eating good food and hanging out with friends (ok, yes there are cocktails involved). I had the Vanity Fair open to an article about Time Warner but was paying little attention to it.

As I was leaving the station, in the hallway before the staircase was a lone red leather glove with a red fur cuff. It looked very eerie laying there on the floor and everyone seeming to ignore it.

Wednesday, March 24, 2006 - 5:02 p.m.

A woman sat next to me in the parallel seats by the door. She was with a male co-worker from some international company. She was leaving the next day for China - so they were comparing notes about traveling there. He suggested buying many cheap trinkets like silk fans and if you ever need a quick gifts, just grab one. She did not seem to be engaged with him as much as he was, since he came across a little know-it-all-like. She did say she was bringing an empty suitcase to fill with Chinese goods.

So if a tall man with glasses gives you a painted silk fan, the gift was sitting in his desk drawer since his last business trip.