I didn’t walk anywhere new tonight. Just a straight shot up 7th Avenue, over 34th to Madison, and then up up up, all the way home. Entirely utilitarian.
My end-of-relationship-induced apathy has yet to lift, and I haven’t been in the mood to look for any lovelies along my route.
But, I ran into a visibly-older-than-me man outside a restaurant on 69th. He told me his name was Louis, and then he grabbed my hand and kissed it (twice). Then he said, “Have a dream and enjoy your dream.”
Creepy old man thing to say, right?
But it was also sort of lovely.
I want to dream again. I want to yearn and dream of the future and enjoy my head-on-the-pillow fantasies. But, I’m having trouble even hoping right now.
But I’ll keep walking, utilitarian-style if I must. And the lovelies will come, unbidden. And I won’t be able to ignore them forever.
Streets Walked: Clarkson St. to 7th Ave. to 34th St. to Madison Ave. to 118th St. to Home
Sights Seen: Louis, the hand-kisser