Everyone who comes to New York was shot out of a cannon.
I would rather not be flying so fast.
I took this long walk tonight in my neighborhood. Luckily or not, I live in Queens and my neighborhood has these huge sycamore trees everywhere. It’s a sycamore forest. And this is very appealing.
I like to do one of those walking meditations when you walk super slow and just try to notice everything around you. I mostly notice the trees. I look at doors, too. Trees, mostly, then doors. Sometimes, I catch a window or a bush.
There is something to be said for living in a place that has an enormous amount of trees.
We are arboreal, after all.
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