me, myself and i

We are home again, after a week of fun in NYC. 

Ok, it wasn't all fun. The weather was beastly, (although all that humidity does great things for my hair), and because the air is so close, the smells are abusive.*

And yet, I walk out onto the street, as prepared to do combat with the weather as possible, and I am alive. 

Ear buds in place, I am caught up in the stride of city life, moving along to the music in my ears, the streets pulsate with inspiration. Everywhere I look, there is something and someone to look at and see.  

I am in my element when I'm in NYC, a city where I inherently belong. 

*Bella can tell you how sensitive I am to smells after an incident in Port Authority. Ha!