We spent all day at the Hermitage Museum. It’s far too big to take everything in on one visit, but we tried. Room after room of treasures. We managed to see a bit of everything, walking quickly and talking constantly. How much more can there be to tell each other? Me talking and her nodding as if she already knew what I was saying. Her lecturing me. Both remembering some long ago connection. Hours and hours. Now our fleeting visit is over, over in a blink. How many years before another? She clasped my hands and looked hard into my face, into my very soul, not letting me squirm away. “Find your happiness and hang onto it. Make it part of your life no matter how hard it is and how miserable it makes you. Or you will regret. And regret is like poison.”
Then, like the oracle she sometimes convinces me she is, she waved herself away in a careening taxi back to the ferry and her chaotic but happy life.
Then, like the oracle she sometimes convinces me she is, she waved herself away in a careening taxi back to the ferry and her chaotic but happy life.
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