For Destruction

A million times on that bridge, a million times with that skyline stretching into infinity and my breaths a little deeper at the sight. We swirl the wine in our glasses and talk of terrorism and animal rights, television and cooking. For a moment, it is as though nothing has changed, as though this is just one in a million nights in the pasta factory and our lives in New York are neverending. For a moment, my headache eases, my laughter is clear.

How priceless, a night such as this.