Return to the East Village on a sunny holiday afternoon, the streets full of parking spaces and the air full of summer. A new season is ushered in, a dawn of potential, you collapse on your couch and wonder what comes next. The to-do list runs rampant in your head. The coins in your piggy bank aren't adding up, but everything else sounds like freedom. She writes from packing boxes and panic, you do not speak her language. June sits on the horizon, everything sits on the horizon, this shoebox has been so full of questions, and now you start to see the answers it's been telling you all along.
It is not perfect, all of this, but it is better than it has been in a very long time.
You are happy to start here.
Keep walking until you see the sun rise.
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