Spring Forward.

Long evening sunsets on the high line. Tired feet and giggling hearts. Time has changed and it makes all the difference.

Late at night, carefully stepping down dark stairs, opening heavy doors, behind which lay young dreams of song and hopes of if we can make it there. Reminded again of the Rightness of letting passion drive you, how worthwhile it is. Always these steps down, always the life of the city taking place in dark cellars underground.

In the bright sunlight, we share giggles with one to whom the world is new and every stone needs turning, every face needs smiling at. How refreshing to remember simple joys, no less profound by being uncomplicated, and people are so easily charmed. We look on, we follow in the games, and we let the sunlight seep back into our pale skin and tired hearts.

The city wins me over, again. The mattress so soft beneath me; I sleep, instantly.