But that was a running joke. The water lapped against the seawall. The sun set over the mountains. A brisk wind drew over the miles of water Between here and there. We both felt and expected something, Waiting for the first star.
Nothing lasts forever.
I will always remember the first star Between you and me. This afternoon scene in Toronto caught my eye as I walked between my hotel and a geology conference last October. The only city in the United States with these same qualities in Boston. This past fall, I took a field trip through the Maryland and West Virginia countryside to examine the influence of sea level and climatic cycles on coal deposition hundreds of millions of years ago. On the final morning of the trip, we stopped at an old roadcut at an abandoned truck stop south of Morgantown, West Virginia.