THE American summer

It creeps upon your skin: New York City, pot in the air, Manhattan, silly silly dollar money, cupcakes, Jersey boys, Texas boys, walking dogs, dashing by Brooklyn bridge in night-lights and all that jazz. The parks, the walks, the people, the UN Headquarters, the sunset in the City, the tourists, the locals, the hobos. The books, the trains, the rush, the music in the headphones, the inspiration, the Hudson valley, the taxi taking me to "are you sure this is a real address 'cos I've been a taxi driver here for a while and never heard of anything like this..?" The Camp Director's house, the people, the pool, the life-guarding, the all-new-and-exciting, the fireflies, the vastness of the land, the size of the cars, the shape of politeness and communication, the sunny terrace, the beers, the early morning fog, loads of sunscreen, the unknown, the fans, the burgers and hot dogs, the campers, the campfire, the sleeping in tents and waking up to the sound of drum (rather in theory for I always wake up before wake-up). The little tiny trips, the mountains, the bits of "the world out there", a Buddhist temple, a joyful Lutheran church, the talks and walks that are all way too short anyway. And all those other things, more of the kind to discuss over a glass of wine.

For.. We think in generalities, but we live in detail.

Being genuine. That's the life lesson I'm taking with me. Another step closer to the real thing, whatever it may mean. It will be good and it will be fun. Indeed, it is good and fun. Lucky as a jerk, I would not change my life or what's happening for a thing. And, well.. all that I do want to change.. is right around me. Dig in.