New Beginning

NYC drips back down into dreary and cold. I forget how the light turns gray as the season shifts.

Walking on broken sidewalks between graffitied walls with white paper coffee cup. The liquid sloshes back and forth threatening to escape onto dry, windswept cotton, cold, reddened fingers or solid, stained concrete. I sip at it awkwardly as I maneuver homeward in early afternoon.

Everything I do is under evaluation. After returning from West Texas, revelation is tow, I stumble towards the changes amidst the awakening. I am me again. Finally. Exchanging (for the most part) sullen, quiet and bitter for the much missed charming, witty and lovable. I am nothing without you. But change frustrates in its inability to alter courses quickly and easily. I may not know where I'm going, but I know who I am.