The first day back in New York is never easy. Things move too fast, the space is too tight, people’s attitudes too sharp. I was struggling to adjust this morning when I crossed Broadway in midtown and saw a small woman with a black felt riding helmet, large sunglasses, and a gold coat riding in a motorized scooter, a pole with a red flag at the top, mounted on the back. She was in the street and stopped at a traffic light. I told her that I liked her style.
“Morning,” she sang out.
That helped. Ah, now I’m back.
My mind is still stuck somewhere between here and New Mexico, though. Here’s the wife soaking in the sun. Man, love that wife o mine.
Awww .... its nice to hear a guy say that about his gal.
Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em. What can I say? I'm a sentimental fool.
yeah when i come back from visiting my parents in alabama it takes a minute to adjust - i realize oh i can't just leisurely walk over here stand there.
the m60 or the taxi line has a way of snapping you back in place.
Whenever I go somewhere else, I can always spot the New Yorkers. They are the ones on the sidewalk whom I am unable to catch up to and pass as we walk briskly with our heads down. New Yorkers always seem to be in a rush, even when they aren't. The problem with going out of town is that by the time you slowdown, it's time to come home.
[0] Oh man I JUST relized it..blog post title is from Stevie Wonder!! Too cool!!!
Yup, good ol' Stevie!