The Way I Used to Dance

When I write about the past, it takes me mostly to places I haven’t been.

She said - “ I never loved you, like I loved you today.” And cross rooftops they soared, looking down on the world like it was the only place they had ever belonged. He felt a chill, but it started from deep within his core - and spread outward touching the world as if all of existence danced only on the edge of his skin. 

Right now, a part of me has been mourning. I’ve made a trade, an exchange.

The mobility and patient wildness that took me all across this beautiful world in a past season, has been seasonally replaced by the previously employed wild patience. An ability to work towards bigger dreams and bigger goals stands in for the drive to go out and seize and realize them immediately.

Some days, I do want the WHOLE WIDE world.

Some days New York doesn’t feel big enough - and some days it feels absolutely too big. 

I’m reaching a new point of love with New York and her staid, tough-as-nails, you get what you see elegance.

Yes, she looks absolutely beautiful on those sunny days.

But its those rainy days with a taxi outside and blossoms dripping droplets and the park just waiting to spring into bloom.

Those are the New York days I can’t live without. 

Disclaimer: Written during the first few days of “Fake Spring.” (Maybe it was March?)