i just ate a sandwich that had half an avocado on it. for breakfast. yes.
it should be noted, probably, that in the last post, sam was bringing over corned beef hash, which we fried up with some hashbrowns. why is language so imprecise?
in my writing class, we've been reading these essays that really resonate with me. amazing. on new york and home and being not-alone in the city, walking, creating a life story.
the snow falls in wet clumps from the trees as i consider my christmas shopping. everything glistens and drips; it makes me think of springtime, but winter is just beginning.
i always said i wanted a love affair with new york, and now i get one.
(today i took the subway down to south ferry because i could. i walked through battery park, up along the hudson river, watching the waves eddy around the pier pilings. oh, blue and gold day.)