A mid-week holiday that I don’t have much celebratory enthusiasm for turned out to be a lovely day, after somewhat of an emotionally fraught morning.
Caught up with a close friend I hadn’t seen in months, visited a couple of our old haunts for icy vodka and gin drinks, walked around the Gowanus Canal while sharing stories of past loves, urban art adventures, and what we desire out of life. Felt the promise of potential in both of our futures after what we’ve been through these past few years. Beach trip planned for the weekend. Frolicked in the deliciously cool water sprays of an open hydrant (one of my favorite things about Brooklyn summers). Feasted on a Guerrero flor de calabaza quesadilla. Therapeutic conversation with my anam cara who never fails to make me laugh. Retreated back into air conditioning. Fireworks visible from this building.