All the things I don’t make time for. I want, at this moment, little more than to watch. I want to see that monolithic shadow grind across this suddenly-gorgeous city, transfixed, like watching the insides of a clock at work with an audible whir.
It’s inertia at its worst (or best depending on who you’re routing for). I can’t stop here in the middle of this. Not because of where I have to be, or because of any calendar, or checkbox, inbox, or contact, but because I’m already moving. How do you stop moving? I think I may have planted both feet to take this picture. I’m not sure. To do so in this city feels subtly perilous, like being in jeopardy of a traveling foul.
I spend a lot of time agonizing over the things I want to start, do, make, see, and be. It seems I rarely consider that what I really need is to stop first.
Espressoing
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."