We usually walk fast in this part of the World. I have a fast pace, but I have curious eyes. I observe and remember the people that pass me by. I know the ones who live on the streets, and the ones who go to work. I know who works at which bodega and the nannies, and the old men, and this artist old man who walks in bare feet.
Today, everyone was stopped. I should have taken a photo of them looking at the sky. Instead I did the same. I looked at the sky. I felt a little dizzy, looking up so fast, and the sky so immense. People around me were pointing to the sky and saying “It’s for sure a space ship” or “OMG UFO!”. It was particular, it was just floating there. With blue and red lights, or were they green and blue? I forget. It made me smile. I wasn’t afraid. My little girl was looking at all of us looking at the sky, and she was curious. Why were they all looking up? So she also looked up and said “Avion!” which means “Airplane” in French.
It felt like she might be right, just because I think kid’s wisdom is often the Truth. However it felt odd. It didn’t feel like anything I could recognize, definitely an unidentified flying object to me.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."