Today began with a perfect city morning: quiet, soft, and lush. The sun
pours in against the brick wall of the brownstones across from me, making
the green leaves of the maple stand out in vibrant contrast. And, it is
almost silent, save for the birds chirping and, if you listen very carefully,
the deep thrumming tones of the cars one block away.
These days are gifts from the goddess, reminders that we a just a part
of this wonderful creation. Two dogs and I walk through the park, nails
clicking and sneakers padding along the side of the Muddy River. The trees
blossomed here one week ago. In the morning it was overhanging rows of sticks
with older hardwoods in the background. That evening the world had come
alive in one synchronous moment of birth and celebration. Pink flowers,
white flowers, fresh green leaves where before there were none, and a scent,
this organic scent, a deep sweetness, permeated the air.
It is days like this that remind me of being alive, remind me that I
have a choice, in everything I do. And, that I can choose to focus on the
pain and loneliness of being so far from my love, or I can rejoice in the
though that one of the most vibrant, intelligent, open minded, and sexy
women on the planet has chosen to keep me in her heart. I think that in
the next few years I will spend a lot of time missing her, and longing for
her touch; her in New York, me in Boston. But I am lucky enough to have
someone to miss.