After months of being sensible, find myself up at 10am in the morning after a night of minimum sleep – booze sleep.
Let life begin.
Go to brunch with alma, the boys and F. Then we walk to the Williamsburg bridge, stopping en route in a garden. Not professionally landscaped, run by volunteers. The enthusiastic Labrador retriever of gardens, tongue lolling, bounding on lap with muddy paws. Strangely moved.
Bridge – very pretty shiny water… slightly ridiculous scene, with a man being filmed in front of a bridge. Think strong German accent, strange bleached blond hair, discourse on sex I think. Have I stumbled upon the Havelock Ellis of our time? He may never be a star but applause for courage. Life is too short to not go for what you want. To reach out and try to grab it
Kicked off my shoes. Felt wind in my hair and after months post finals, began to feel – climbed up on the railing and stared at the water.
What was I expecting – that a dolphin would jump out?
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