Again– sitting on the train in Union Station. Another weekend in Philadelphia with Gene. My weeks have become only build-ups for the weekends. Days to be gotten through. Gorgeous days, nonetheless. Beautiful beautiful balmy warm days. Washington as elegant as a grand old lady under screaming bright blue skies. And yet I feel disembodied.
February 25th, 1977
February 25th, 1977
February 25th, 1977
Again– sitting on the train in Union Station. Another weekend in Philadelphia with Gene. My weeks have become only build-ups for the weekends. Days to be gotten through. Gorgeous days, nonetheless. Beautiful beautiful balmy warm days. Washington as elegant as a grand old lady under screaming bright blue skies. And yet I feel disembodied.