Smith & 9th

I thought of you today, I couldn't help myself. Something in the cold autumn air, perhaps, the sounds of a waking ciy, it reminded me. Of having the air knocked out of me that night, in the middle of the playground and I couldn't will myself to walk home. You have a way of smiling into the table but not into anyone's eyes. I wonder how fall is treating you. Mine is a dream. 

Perhaps I'm glad you are a million miles away. There's a new air in my lungs now, and oh but it's easy to breathe.

There's a part before the park where the F train runs above ground. In the early morning, when the rails turned, the sunlight streamed through the windows and woke me. It was, perhaps, the best part of this day.