This is one of my favorite pictures of Ethan. I took it two summers ago, when we were in Darjeeling, India. It was during that summer of travel between Indonesia, Singapore and India, the summer before we moved to Thailand.
Drawn out by promises of proper coffee, we walked to this small restaurant. I can't remember what it was called, but it had maybe three tables. Indeed, it served up a proper cup of coffee and a hot, hearty breakfast. We sat at this table, staring at the foot traffic outside, the fog and cold enveloping the streets. I don't remember what we did that day. I probably dragged him out to afternoon tea at the Elgin Hotel. Or, maybe we took a jeep ride to another hillside town.
I get so caught up in the pace of life in this city. Sometimes I forget all the little adventures we shared. I don't want to forget; those experiences ground me. Sometimes I fail to realize life in this city is itself is a little adventure for us. One day, I'll look back and miss the tree-lined streets; the bands/musicians playing in Dupont Circle, causing music to stream into my office in the late afternoon; the rowhouses jutting up towards the sky; all the bits and pieces that make this life colorful.
