Returns are tenuous, you wonder what lessons may remain. The parkway moves like a river, you find a parking spot down the block, everything is too easy. The rain calms the city, leaves you with plenty of air to breathe. This morning I walked along the Hudson and felt a slight ache tear at me, but now I feel no regret, no longing.
I got the presents that were mine to open.
Now I must put them to use, lest they evaporate in my hands.
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