01. In the city that never sleeps, neither do the birds. I can open my window at 4 a.m. and listen to the kingbirds out in the quad.
02. Opening the restaurant on Friday mornings and dancing around in the bar to Juanes.
03. Closing the Spectator office on Tuesday nights.
04. The underside of pigeons' wings when they're mid-flight. Otherwise, they're ugly bastards.
05. Dangly earrings.
06. Anything with tamarind, pineapple, or raspberries. But probably not all at once.
07. The perfectly timed shadow.
08. Watching the George Washington Bridge from my fire escape.
09. Getting lost intentionally. Or maybe that's just what I tell myself so I don't feel so stupid.
10. The corners of his eyes.
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2 comments:
ahh juanes.
Gosh, you're a dork.
But I still love you anyway.
missyoumissyoumissyou.
(Can I visit you at your restaurant?)
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