The gingkos are sprouting on the Avenue, and I'm missing it. That short period of time after they've burst forth when they are mere miniature version of the splendid ancient aliens they are soon to be, it always seemed to me a little wink from the Universe. A little look what I can do, and I looked, and I looked.
Sunshine returns to the east village, I sit nailed to a desk, oddly comfortable. love what you do and you'll never work a day in your life, they say and it isn't true.
But love what you do and you'll learn to love work too.
I have your keys here, if you want them, he writes.
The gingkos beckon,
and everything beyond.
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