Sunday, February 02, 2014

The Hudson

We're sleeping right on it. Windows Open. Fresh air. It's geography right in the right wet good place. And today: 45 degrees.

Sure, helicopters and planes use it for their visual. And you want to kill. But it calms down. And it's quiet. And all the windows are open.

Air blown across salt water is fresh and good.

Air blown across Fresh Water is the breath of fucking Jesus.

I love you, Jesus.

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