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When a cool breeze blows into my window on a hot night I feel very wealthy. I still enjoy riding with the windows down and the AC off (once upon a time it didn't work) and the music up. It's absolutely one of my favorite pastimes. Always has been I suppose.
I'm very excited to return to New York city next week. I miss it, the giant neverending buildings and the sounds, the voices. I dread leaving there already, it's pathetic. So sweet of Leo to bring me back; he's so sensitive to the things that make me happy. Once he sees the longing in my eyes he will comfort me with wonderful scenarios in which I stay. We never know what to expect, of course, but knowing what to wish for is pretty enjoyable. 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
So strange this new feeling, like looking in a mirror, to see the result of my heart beating instantly. So I test it again and again before I am certain it's real. Like the smooth sand of a beach when the tide is going out. Your weight on the sand and the pull of the water makes you sink time and time again. Yet you move to the next smooth spot as if you half expect to find ground that will not yield; in a matter of no time your feet are buried again.