Are You Feeling Better Now?

We drove into the city and my eyes focused on the foggy window condensation, blurring the lights on the other side of the glass in soft orbs: green, red, gold and the blue moon.

The fireworks were blotted out by their own smoke, which the city light hit like a wall.

There is so much to love about music.

I got kissed, waiting at the corner bus stop, your arms and coat warm around me and my feet numb.

I saw strangers' reflections in the windows; they shot down the streets with the cars in the next lane.

There was so much patience for mistakes in that little chain coffee shop.

The countdown was loud and my eyes were shut.

A beautiful friend had never looked happier, running the crosswalk and holding a hand. Radiant.

Words to "Grace Cathedral Hill"all in my head, spilled out and your answer, my favorite, was yes.