my favorite things
as much as i love alaska, i am itching to get back to the city. things i'm looking forward to:
autumn in new york - or as i like to call it, heaven; the smell of antique stores and bookshelves with old used books piled high; the groggy feeling of early (& not so early) mornings mixed with the feeling of warm coffee in my hand; inspiring subway rides that take me from one part of manhattan to another undiscovered part of my conscious being; picnics in the park; the park in general & and the way the sunlight feels different when i'm sitting on a bench doing nothing in particular; wine and the comfortable feeling that comes with it; the energy of "youth" that somehow finds its way to the surface when i'm functioning on no sleep; hole in the wall restaurants, bars, and jazz clubs i can call my own; the time of night when the city is slowing down and simultaneously waking up; the reality of carpe diem; losing myself in the met & little bookstores; the smell of hot dogs and roasted nuts that permeates the smog just right; the right people to spend the night laughing and drinking and dancing with; when the lights turn green one after the other and the cab i'm in just speeds right on; the satisfaction of staying in, ordering in dinner and having a movie/hbo series marathon; live jazz in the park; having the knowledge that romanticism is still alive and well.
just to name a few.
autumn in new york - or as i like to call it, heaven; the smell of antique stores and bookshelves with old used books piled high; the groggy feeling of early (& not so early) mornings mixed with the feeling of warm coffee in my hand; inspiring subway rides that take me from one part of manhattan to another undiscovered part of my conscious being; picnics in the park; the park in general & and the way the sunlight feels different when i'm sitting on a bench doing nothing in particular; wine and the comfortable feeling that comes with it; the energy of "youth" that somehow finds its way to the surface when i'm functioning on no sleep; hole in the wall restaurants, bars, and jazz clubs i can call my own; the time of night when the city is slowing down and simultaneously waking up; the reality of carpe diem; losing myself in the met & little bookstores; the smell of hot dogs and roasted nuts that permeates the smog just right; the right people to spend the night laughing and drinking and dancing with; when the lights turn green one after the other and the cab i'm in just speeds right on; the satisfaction of staying in, ordering in dinner and having a movie/hbo series marathon; live jazz in the park; having the knowledge that romanticism is still alive and well.
just to name a few.
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