Bitters

Pimm's cups and cucumber sandwiches, Sunday drinking at its finest and nevermind the rain outside. This, too, shall pass, when the sun comes back it's summer, don't forget. Every minute doesn't hurt now, every breath doesn't feel like the last, vacation are planned and schedules are inked through the autumn winds; it's easy.

Nothing seems impossible now. 
I am not who I was when I came to New York... 
I am ready to take on the world, now. 
Thank You, New York, for that.
(Journal excerpt, June 2, 2011)

A year passes and all the adventure has been spent. The world was never taken on, the possible returned to its comfortable unobtainability. The straight back and proud step layered with moth balls in the closet. It's easy.

All you have to do is sit by and let it.