Urban Tuesday, Before Noon

I am sitting at a white table, the leaves extended up to hold two computers, the salt and pepper, the jar of sugar, a water bottle, the black t-shirt, keys, scissors and sewing things, the Bag Balm, and a subway map, which I am using as a mouse pad.

I think to myself inwardly and smile outwardly that Olive – famous cat that she is, now sitting on a chair across from me – would find the idea of a mouse pad comical: a flat in the City, home to a bachelor surrounded by friends and girlfriends, all young, all hip, all mice.

We laugh to ourselves and she perks her ears – eyes still closed – at the sound of my almost audible chuckle.

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I am in Brooklyn! – In a homey, familiar atmosphere, made always new and interesting by the buildings around it, the smell of the city, the sounds of beeps and cars and Mexican music floating up from somewhere out the window. Everything is quieter and more subdued than I expected it to be on this urban Tuesday, before noon, with its bright, grey, clouds hovering far, far above (the sky always seems much further away from me while I’m east than it does while I’m west), but I am expectant, and content, and happy in the same way as the full, green maple tree out the window – not in its most natural habitat, but quivering excitedly at the day and its friends and its prospects and its Prospect Park. 

I have so, so, so, so so so so much to say – of how I came to be here and what I saw and who I saw and what I thought on – but it will keep longer, or at least as long as it already has done.

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While the Bear works, the Coon plays and protects the bed from three-legged, feline overlords, the Cat sleeps, and the City waits out the window.

Be there in a minute, City.

Be well. With love!

- SAWK

Ashley - That big red tea kettle just makes me want to snuggle.7/31/2012 – 10:45am

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