Peaks

It's all chance, isn't it. Missing a red light, taking another way home, last-minute decisions and somehow the Universe guides you to answer just the tiniest wish you made quietly in the night. When the gift lands in your lap you are caught unawares and scramble to make the most of it. Feel the flush on your face and wonder if the mess that is your appearance can cover for it. She says to enjoy the daydreams, but I can only manage to agonize over reality instead.

We sat at the bar, same old bar with sawdust on the floor, same old bartender with her sweet talk and same old drunk mess by the end of the evening, the moment is not lost on you. Perhaps I said too much but my secrets are safe, the bar will hold them. I woke up in a tumble dryer but the night was worth its dues.

Not everything has to be heart-wrenching, not everything has to be the end to all ends. We sat on a rooftop in Gramercy and I thought the city had never been more beautiful, but of course it always was, as it always will be. That, too, is a gift.

But you are ready for it.