Last night summer rolled in, too hot too fast. This morning a wicked thunderstorm breaks the Brooklyn sky. This morning a wicked thunderstorm breaks the Brooklyn sky. It sounds like the apocalypse as if the gods are at war behind the purple cloudscape, a lightning show like no other dancing silhouettes behind the curtain. […]More
Freestyle writing, aspirational musings, singlehood, living in NYC, home ownership, etc.
My hands are cold. I setup shop on the terrace this afternoon and have been working outside wrapped in a blanket ever since. Finn has been running around the deck, jumping in and out of the planters as if he were training for the Cat Olympics. He gave me a minor heart attack when he dashed […]More
I have an early morning meeting in lower Manhattan. I exit the subway to a city not quite awake. My path takes me around the Oculus and 9/11 Memorial Pools. I pause to touch one of the engraved names, make a silent prayer in a morning meditation. Spring is in the air. Daffodil […]More