By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

"And in the end all that we can do is to sit at the table over which our hands cross, listening to tunes from the wurlitzer, with love huge and simple between us, and nothing more to be said."

Elizabeth Smart (1913-1086)

As many before us have, we entered Grand Central Station our first night in New York. I was awed, goosebumped and emotional. At that moment I believed New York City was the greatest city on earth and that I would do anything to stay.