Let's fall in love

Morning is early, the sun is low, and the shadows are long.For about an hour a day, we're all transformed into giant shadows with stick feet, and what's not to love. Basking in the extra hour of sunlight that the daylight savings has earned me, I allow the usual four minute scurry to turn into a 7 minute walk instead. Humming, smelling the Blue Dog brew between 6th and 7th avenues and observing the caffeinated stick shadows shuffle about.

And around this time of year, I allow my brain to escape for a bit and chew on some momories from years ago. It's bittersweet and far away, and yet quite unescapable as Central Park becomes a colour factory of trees. It's a long shadow, a seven year old one. Its edges are getting frayed now and I no longer remember the shape, but it's always around when in the golden morning sunlight.

And I don't grudge it anymore.

Joyeux Anniversaire

It's a moment frozen in time. Me in my office attire, pushing through the revolving door. And there you are, OH MY GOD. I think you were trying to take a picture of me. Maybe that picture is lost forever now, lying on the floor of a bar where we left it at 4 AM. But that moment is ours. I'll be forever circling on that revolving door, and you'll always be standing there. To confuse and excite and surprise and delight me, like you have been known to do. It's quite representative of what we have.