As I Say

You must be wondering why I've brought you here.

Sunny days come and go, it gets cold again and everyone is confused but you revel in goose bumps because you know so well the swimming heat on your brow. A voice from ages ago returns to his seat  at the bar, no time has passed, you relish in the comfort. When everything else shivers around you, how reassuring that smooth wood and scent of beer, eyes that have seen you for years. Spend days in social dances but Sunday night always arrives eventually, it claws at your insides and bangs Rachmaninoff pieces at your ear drums, you realize how tired you are, and not for lack of sleep.

I walked across Manhattan Bridge yesterday, a surreal commute and traversing through Chinatown, picking up ginger root and udon noodles, navigating the crowds north and loving every building, every street corner and strange turn, every view.

There are many causes for gratitude in this life. Do not be overcome by the one thorn twisting in your side. Tomorrow is a new day. Leave the ones that have passed you, behind.