night walking

it’s so beautiful out i can hardly stand it. in no particular order: the leaves swirling up in the wind eddies around me. walking through the courts, the poor kid being arraigned in front of the thai restaurant, cold police plaza. dead bird, dead rat, both on the ground looking frozen. feeling fine about getting to friends & food & wine then seeing the man trying to sleep in the outdoor foyer. yes, i feel guilty. shouldn’t i? shouldn’t we? chinatown has more bars open at this hour than i’d have imagined. empty, lovely bars.  

i really was going to take the subway home. it’s freakin’ cold out. but no local train at astor, no local at bleecker, i just decided to keep walking. it was only cold by the water where there was nothing to break the wind. thank god for the ramones, for those who made the tribute album, what great walking tunes.

more time to myself, walking. i love you.