January 2011. 10 days have passed and it has gotten bitterly cold outside. Listening to John Mayer and glancing through a single paned window as I sip on water and a single rye and coke extra tall. Ashen faces pass by the glass in the dark, some peering in to see if there is any life inside the bar. It's amazing how the cold weather takes the color out of the world. The chill not only washes out the vibrancy of the city but also the people. I love the cold, the biting pinpricks on my face waking me from my doldrums. It has been even longer since I became a single woman. About 50 days have passed. I have to admit, having the safety net removed is an uncomfortable feeling. I have never looked down from my perch, assuring my subconscious that I won't fall; the woven net always securely positioned below me. I have no need for such a thing, confident in myself, willing to admit my foolish mistakes. My life has always been mine and I am the doorkeeper. Perhaps I need a bouncer at t...
Swirling thoughts that need to be released from my idle brain...