Sunday, February 24, 2013
the energy of a city is intoxicating and exhausting. pushing and pulling between the two poles. at one time i craved the swirl of it's power. the constant movement. the speed of thought. i soaked it up for more than half my life. my first three decades spent chasing it's pulse. swallowing all the verve and punch a city could serve up. and now i hold it's treasures safely. they bleed endlessly into my daily life. but these days i wade through the steadiness of contentment. the force is just as vital. and i am intoxicated with ease.