passing.

in


it occurs to me there are days when a person can do everything right.

rise from bed at a reasonable hour.

eat a reasonable breakfast from the beloved blue-flowered bowl.

have a book for the train ride.

go to work.

go to the gym: move the body; refresh the blood.

meet a friend.

meet another.

take in a scoop of mint ice cream. on a sugar cone.

take in a sweedish film on spur-of-the-moment-last-minute impulse.

enjoy all of the above.

and yet.

sadness persists.

but it is just one day.

a passing thing.

and so one must go to bed.

and pray that tomorrow will be better.

recognize that it might not be.

but hope that sadness doesn't begin to string the days together.

because it's that damn stringing that's worrisome.




this is how it begins...

in ,

there are mornings that as i wake i feel a calling so strong to stretch out my toes before me. and i usually consent before my wits are fully formed to stop me.


the result is a short-lived charlie horse. and short-lived or not, it is painful.

i awoke to that. and the song eleanor rigby stuck in my head.

who knows what kind of day this will be?



i would move there for the colors alone.

in










i've been begging my parents to allow me to post some photos from their recent trip to morocco--to give my usual black and white blog a much needed infusion of color--a feast for the eyes.

what i wouldn't give to go to morocco. the colors! oh, the colors!

or prague. i could live with a trip to prague.
or berlin! oh the underground culture of it all...
in fact, i'm just about going batty waiting for a man to sail me down the dalmatian coast!

let's talk wanderlust...where would you go first?

breath, panic, girl-time, and ice cream.

in ,

this morning i begrudgingly got out of bed.

i trudged over the hill that now separates my apartment from the corner store.

i was halfway up the hill when i realized i wasn't breathing.
no, i don't mean i was breathing heavily.
i mean i was actually holding my breath.

you see, i am leaving new york for three months in exactly two weeks. by the time i return i'll be just about two weeks from turning twenty-five. (oh, the symmetry).

reality is setting in. and breath is leaving my body far too quickly, not to return.

i have an unenviable to-do list to conquer today:
and on and on...

these are things i could (should) have been doing all weekend.
{instead i sat in bed reading. and while sitting in bed reading is the most noble and glorious of all past times, even it has a time and a place. its time and place being somewhere at the end of my to-do list (meaning what i should do once all other things are accomplished)}.

last night though, i paused the panic button and met up with my girlfriend (and something of a soul-mate) alisha (the girl behind the whole doppelgaenger saga) and we pranced around the lower east side, making time for ice cream.

because, let's be honest, there is always time--always--for ice cream.

i got all things bad for me, while alisha actually got fruit in hers. oh man, i will never be the girl that puts fruit in her ice cream. (at home yes, but out on the town? no way).





so (if it's your thing) make some time for ice cream on this holiday.

i will be here at my desk, in my room, meticulously checking off all the things on my never-ending-to-do-list, breathing all the while (i hope).