The return to warm nights

Being back in New York is reminding me of when I first moved out here three years ago. Nothing beats the warm nights and the crowds on the streets.

Last night I sat in Washington Square Park just after sundown. The people were many and varied, from hippies with their acoustic guitars, students with their backpack full of books, and semi-tourists, like me. I wrote in my journal and then just sat there and took in the scenery, comfortable in my shorts and tank top.

It felt really good.