For North Street

For the sadness that there is in realizing that there is so much north of North Street, so many miles that seem to get larger with each one you add to the belt.

For seltzer shots.

For twosies on said shots.

For hotel room microwaved Hot Pockets, and of course the discussion on having sex with these pockets that was naturally to follow.

For getting to share in the excitement of someone else’s success, in their major changes.

For the surly looking biker guy, wooed by a baby’s smile.

For the rather unexpected flood of emotions a city can bring.

For the word “home;” so many connotations and possible definitions, a word that strikes me in an emotional way all the time.

For various secrets and affirmations. Did Steve tell you that?

For the ability to sit, unconcerned with appearance, with weakness, with concerns, and feel the mad rush of shorthanded conversation, of unforced understanding, of love.


Rocktober song of the day: “Where I End And You Begin (The Sky Is Falling In) by Radiohead