after class on sunday, around six-fifteen pm, i happened to be fortunate enough to witness a wonderful skywriter crafting a giant heart into the sky above manhattan. it was a beautiful site for a beautiful day.
i saw that too, from brooklyn. neato that we both looked up at 6:15 lisa. its like I am Feivel and you are my sister and we are singing somewhere out there, together, underneath the same big sky. except that we arent russian immigrant mice.
