The day was made to be one way. And only that.
I have nothing sad to write about, she said. And as easy as the breeze came pouring from the river the sun came, and kept on coming.
I've been a little quiet over here. Not so in real life. The pace, however, feels different.
Here's the approach: let it in
if / when it's showing itself to be a worthy companion.
"It" can be anything.
a feeling or experience.
a night / a day.
And here's me taking a little 6 month
pulse sanity check on a quick little visit to NYC.
Spent a day in the Chelsea Art District. 35 galleries and a stroll along the high line make for a perfect NY Saturday.
This boy. Will probably steal that vintage T. And in the meantime, he's stealing my heart on the daily.
Rooftopping with CC. Champagne in hand and sunshine in our eyes.
And then as the rain finally came I thought of what Camus said: "it pours tirelessly between high cubes of cement into avenues plunged suddenly into the darkness..."
Until next time NYC!