gray morning on the hudson
view of the Hudson River from W's apartment window
W woke with a start, an hour early from expected. he was late for work, slightly rumpled in hastily ironed clothes, leaving his apartment in a rush, yet sweet enough to pause and wish me luck for the day ahead. am now staring at the hudson from the window, a million to-do's and oh-god-i-have-not-dones flying around like snow-globe dust in my head, yet still taking a few minutes for it to settle so i can do the rest of my day in decisive calm.
i guess today i will often feel like one of those figures in snow-globes, with the myriads of the big city floating around me. i pray that i stay still and firm to see the beauty of the movements, the clarity in what's beyond.