to fly

Im love the way New York City feels. I just love being here. Its the little things, like all the dogs being walked through the streets. The sound of the traffic soothes me as it would sitting at the ocean. I love how there can be a sermon on the side of the road to records being sprawled on the pavement, for sale of course. The market we went to yesterday, everything vintage and too expensive but just being able to walk through all sorts of different people , tasting different foods. The diverse cultures in this City make it all the more interesting. I love how when you walk past someone you can get the tail end of there conversation on the phone because they talk so loudly and it always seems to be something very personal. I love the way the sun shines on the old brown buildings. I love standing on the roof looking over all the other buildings, they are endless. Just walking from block to block and being so visually engaged with everything I pass is beautiful to me.

I love, I love I love.

We said good bye to our third party yesterday, that being my cousin. Obviously it leaves a large gap having him leave and I can feel he is missing. That part of our journey is over and even with all our differences it was amazing to have him along for the ride.

However this road trip is not quite over just yet as my sister an I make it for Montauk today another place from our childhood, a place we went with our mother a long time a go, a place I remember pretending to fly from one sand dune to the next, pretending to fly and believing I could. So today once again I launch off.