..so quickly.
so quickly.
I fly to NYC tomorrow.
I may rent an apartment.
I have the distinct and profound pleasure of being alive and able to flex my muscles.
There is such power in reclamation.
Singing over the noise and being heard.
I can’t wait for the views over the Hudson River, and a table with a cloth.
And memories of zabaglione when that was the thing to make for a dinner party
But simply now… a table, with a view,
and a cup of tea and
the ability to write
and crow.
My daughter not far.
My guts untwisted.
Oh my god, I am coming back.
Fresh and new.
Fresh and new.