Monday morning wakes you bright, though your late night body and wine-soaked brain feel anything but. Step ut into a morning walk painted in bluster, how a small hook of Brooklyn can feel like the Maine coastline when it puts its mind to it. You try to remember the dread that coated you on these walks mere weeks ago and cannot access the feeling. This is the great gift of remission: amnesia.
There is nothing but life, now, nothing but potential and open doors. The choices that seemed so hard before seem like treasure now: how many different enticing options lie at your feet? New York City is a blustery whirlwind of sunshine, a network of blood vessels, coursing through the world. You sprang into life with a dream once, and you're hobbling out of the woods to find the dream hasn't died, what more could you ask for? Summer lies ahead, the world lies ahead, and all you have to do is everything.
The possibilities for joy
are endless.
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