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Do you ever have those moments in life that can simply not be described in any other way than "beautiful." I'm at work listening to Sufjan dreaming of the banjo I will one day learn to play and then Chicago comes on and I remember...
On east 88th on the upper east side of New York city, up one flight of squeaky stairs and into a tiny apartment with a shower in the kitchen and a "fire landing" not a "fire escape." There are clippings from old encyclopedias that Aviva and I had collected from the Strand down in Union Square. $6 leather fillers. Right on. I'm sitting on a cheap blue sofa from Ikea fretting about something (what, I can't remember. Maybe something to do with Jorge or Jasen or quitting City Year) and as my stress peaks Aviva says something encouraging and then, at just the right time, along with Sufjan Stevens, Aviva turns to me, standing in her little kitchen (where we had just baked zucchini bread) and rocking on her feet to reach her tallest tall she sings "I've made a lot of mistakes. I've made a lot of mistakes. I've made a lot of mistakes. I've made a lot of mistakes." Her hands floating in the air as if conducting the music herself. Her voice so sweet and high and her eyes so sincere and right.
That was beautiful. Thinking of it calms me down and I'm not even stressed now.
I met some wonderful people. Indescribable people.
On east 88th on the upper east side of New York city, up one flight of squeaky stairs and into a tiny apartment with a shower in the kitchen and a "fire landing" not a "fire escape." There are clippings from old encyclopedias that Aviva and I had collected from the Strand down in Union Square. $6 leather fillers. Right on. I'm sitting on a cheap blue sofa from Ikea fretting about something (what, I can't remember. Maybe something to do with Jorge or Jasen or quitting City Year) and as my stress peaks Aviva says something encouraging and then, at just the right time, along with Sufjan Stevens, Aviva turns to me, standing in her little kitchen (where we had just baked zucchini bread) and rocking on her feet to reach her tallest tall she sings "I've made a lot of mistakes. I've made a lot of mistakes. I've made a lot of mistakes. I've made a lot of mistakes." Her hands floating in the air as if conducting the music herself. Her voice so sweet and high and her eyes so sincere and right.
That was beautiful. Thinking of it calms me down and I'm not even stressed now.
I met some wonderful people. Indescribable people.
