New York 3/20 – 3/22
New York wasn’t a whirlwind so much as it was a breeze where the dust gets in your eyes and you can’t really look because you’re blinking too fast. We ate street gyros, we went to a museum, we went to a park, and we took the metro.
The friends were a clear site. It’s easy with old friends. We eased through bottles of wine and premature philosophy and the old spaghetti of the mind was boiled to a delightful mush.