When I was in NYC at the beginning of August, a lot of things happened that changed the way I thought about the city. I loved it! I loved it. And it made me think of going back, and it made me want to go back, something I had never thought of doing before.
So I did! And what a light-filled, life-filled time it was.
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Last time while there, on August 2nd, a Thursday, I sat on a stoop in the corner of an enclosed brick patio, humid, smiling, and glowing inside-out. In my journal, after a quick breath in the kitchen, I wrote, “A perfect moment – sitting with old friends, gin in one hand, a slice of warm, late-night barbecue watermelon in the other, a song playing sung from the mouth and borne of the curly, black-haired head next to you; other knees touch yours, because we sit and are all so close and in love here, even if we don’t see each other for months and won’t see each other for years.”
Happy for me, and hopefully happy for the many faces I squeezed and looked into that week, I saw them again last week, too.
I am thankful for fall days, Roy hugs, grillmasters, guitars, sweet voices, photography conversations, mismatched clothes, starched coats, long talks, long walks, whiskey gingers, Roy’s Roy voice, BEAR HUGS (actual ones or tattoo ones), art openings, harmonies, transposing ukulele songs to guitar songs, Murphy beds, sweaters, friends (many old, many new), tree houses, warm cuddles, whispers, tacos and coffee, spooning, great big unfinished breakfasts, babies ready to be born, gargoyles, nicknames, old songs, new songs, ping pong, air hockey, build-a-bike prospects, Dora brains, ice cream flavors, and so many things I could type and type for days.
I barely slept, but boy, howdy! – was it worth it.
Once again, to think of going back into that bustle – on the subway, up the stairs, into arms, on fire escapes, up roofs, into happiness – is so exciting that it literally makes my hands tremble and adrenaline pump deep through my heart at the thought of it.
I might be addicted.
I love you all so, so much. And I miss you vastly.
Be well.
– SAWK