i'm sitting in a starbucks on the corner of 63rd and broadway. it's 11:37 pm.
outside the night is alive-- the remnants of a winter wind blowing through the vibrating warmth of electric lights, the well worn cement blanketed by a steady stream of cars. people getting up, going somewhere: an entire universe all of its own.
through the electric jungle, the hazy skyline, the altered landscape of skyscrapers and bundles of trash for morning pick-up and scattering people, i know one truth:
i
am
alive.
alive, breathing, feeling. anticipation curling in my fingers, understanding brewing in my heart.
alive.
4 comments:
oh, my dear, how i adore you. and our rock in central park with the sun rising. and that loaf of bread we gnawed on for breakfast. and crying over art images in a pew. and you!
So glad that you are back my dear. I love you and I love your beautiful perspective on life.
i love your blog...consider our linked for life.
"anticipation curling in my fingers"
awaiting your next post!
love this.
love you.
Play soon?
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