with the sun-bright sparrow
I'm back in New York, having come back from an exceptionally magical weekend, thanks to a great many of you.
This city definitely feels homelike now; this love, enduring; this work, small now but eminently worthwhile. I hope it's not tempting fate or something to say that.
I do like how quiet Seattle can be. Gives you some space to think (or as dymaxion put it, it knows when to shut the hell up), instead of constantly gnawing at your attention, but I also liked watching the sun rise over the old TWA terminal from the train at quarter to seven this morning.
This city definitely feels homelike now; this love, enduring; this work, small now but eminently worthwhile. I hope it's not tempting fate or something to say that.
I do like how quiet Seattle can be. Gives you some space to think (or as dymaxion put it, it knows when to shut the hell up), instead of constantly gnawing at your attention, but I also liked watching the sun rise over the old TWA terminal from the train at quarter to seven this morning.