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A Beautiful Sunday

October 21, 2012

Today I was numbed by the beauty that is West Village. The cool autumn air hovered as relaxed strangers drifted by in their stylish garments. The cars were silent, the sunlight was glancing, the restaurants were busy. Time seemed to dissolve before the present moment. There was no tension, no hurry, no disconnect. Friends walked in groups. Families dined in comfort. Lovers lingered in laughter. And as I walked calmly above the cobbled roads, peering through the decorated boutiques and cozy cafes, distracted intermittently by the beautiful women catching my eye, I breathed the air that everyone else breathed this afternoon, without a sense of I or they.


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