This morning was different. I had to be somewhere (other than work) by 9 a.m. So many subway lines later, I am here. The city looks so much better during work hours. I noticed today when I was uptown, near Bryant Park, how pretty she is when she’s working. I tend to forget what sidewalks look like when they’re not dipped in shoppers and tourists. They move quicker. There are defined routes. There are messengers and suits, and cabs and deliveries. You can tell who is late and who isn’t. You can make fun of the people reading the Post. The light is better.
When I lived in Pennsyltuckey, I moved to England for a while. And when I returned home, I used to think about having seen England. And I figured, that no matter how bad a day was or where I was I would always know there was a place in England (the reversal to out of site, out of mind). I have done this all my life. Today I am thinking of Midtown. I am in Soho. I am only a few blocks south, and I’m thinking of Midtown like it’s a far away place I could eventually end up again.
Gimme some iced tea. It’s hot and I don’t wanna be here. I want to be there, somewhere. Where is your mind?