It was the first real weekend back in New York and a weekend full of dreams. I walked the city from one end to the other -- Washington Heights, Bushwick, and so many spots in between -- and my mind was a cinema. Head up, eyes wide open, leaning into the precious pockets in which all there is to see and think about is the promise of today, of tomorrow, and of New York. Mind reeling and reeling, flashing images and ideas but without any of the snags of concern of anxiety.
These thoughts are like pixie dust.