Sunday, April 15, 2007
Remains of the past few days
Bagels and coffee at Paterno Trivium. Having the time to walk across Central Park from Natural History to the Plaza instead of rushing around to the East Side via cab or subway. Focusing on my breathing. Realizing I don't visit the Strand nearly enough. Loving 55 Bar even more. Three faves: Isle, Bleu Evolution, Punch. One to skip in the future: Metro Cafe. One amazing new sushi place to add to the roster: Kanoyama overlooking St. Mark's Church-in-the-Bowery. And a solid cafe nearby: Orlin. Top of the Rock at night for the first time. Followed the next day by an ESB jumper. Shopping thrift stores for an old-school TV. Beginning the regular search for a new just-right messenger bag: that all-important everyday accessory. Watching The Devil Wears Prada finally. An unexpected few-day connection full of warmth and smiles. Later, an all-too-realistic, burst-the-bubble phone call. Feeling mentally exhausted. Wanting to cry, to release some toxins and angst, trying a few times, not being able to. Water, water everywhere. Yearning for the emotional equivalent of May flowers. ... Just now recalling how touching these stories can be: finding some small relief.