three hours in the immigration hall at jfk. hot, sweaty, thirsty and filled with an undeniable urge to turn on my heel and say "adios America".

but ... no! because, just beyond the seemingly insurmountable barriers of usa immigration was ...herself. my Bronx princess.

waiting, always waiting.
a long distance love story yet to be written.

not as young as we once were.
eight years and some ...

time for something magical. a growing peace between us, a willingness to deal.

the past no longer the future. together in the now. open hearts, listening.