Hmm…. why don’t I write anymore? I’m not really sure. Maybe I have nothing to say.
But its like riding a bike. Just start peddling. As long as the fingers keep typing, words would appear. And when the planets align, its magical.
I’ve been discovering the newly built recreational areas along the East River. I remember the East River in the 90s and its nothing like today. Riding a bike along the river gave me a sense of tranquility that I’ve never felt before. The City of New York has transformed this piece of forgotten real estate into something wonderful.
Feeling the sun on my face, the wind against my body, all of the sudden everything seemed more alive. I awoke to a clarity that only comes when my overstimulated senses block out all that is not within the moment.Â I smiled the way a five year old does instinctively and without embarrassment.
I waved to a group of children out riding their bikes. Yes, that is a dog in my backpack and his name is Gatsby.