We stepped outside, us New Yorkers, and the only-word-for-it sky blue of the cloudless heavens reached through the holes in our eyes and spread like a warm fire around our brains. The same pleasure centers that light up when someone beautiful smiles at you (or a whole room of hardened grouches laugh at your joke) are firing a thousand times per second as we pushed our face forward into the sun like a time lapse film of a flower left near a window, and it feels like the new day of a new year of a new *timeline*, like getting out of your parents car on your first day of college or sprinting down the stairs on Christmas still in your socks. Its the physical manifestation of hope, and every neighbor is smiling at their neighbor since we all went through it, together, and we all know. People in California would walk outside and say, hm. So... I guess I *do* need a sweater.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 19:53:13 +0000
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