at last, beginning to see myself again. sometimes—and not even as a pun—it literally takes finding the right light. i spent this afternoon observing the quality of the light at the window of my hotel room. it is this particular light that began to spill into the caverns of thick and heavy darkness that has saturated me. it is this light that is leading me home. ⠀
We had such a lovely dinner last night in the village and met a chef and his wife and had a great evening chatting and sharing stories. From Long Island they hadn’t been to Brooklyn in 30 years and couldn’t believe it could be so different now. We loved the neighbourhood but it was cool to hear some stories from some long time ny’ers.