Realizations.
Last night I ventured back up to the Annex to meet a girlfriend for dinner. The streetcar took me past my old house, at which point I felt a twinge of nostalgia for my life pre-autumn of last year. Up to my old subway stop, and out onto the street. I walked fairly slowly among the lights of the pool hall, and Honest Eds and the smells wafting from late-night falafel joints. I realized that I no longer belonged to this neighborhood. Our time together was finished. This was the neighborhood that ushered me out of my teens and into my twenties. It's rife with memories. I'm still welcome back as a visitor, but I'm not a part of this world anymore....and that isn't a terrible thing.
I finished the painting tonight. For me. To have no more unfinished symphonies. Spring is coming, bringing rebirth and renewal. I am, and always will be, at my most alive in the spring.
I finished the painting tonight. For me. To have no more unfinished symphonies. Spring is coming, bringing rebirth and renewal. I am, and always will be, at my most alive in the spring.