I am sitting at my computer.
At my desk.
In my loft.
The windows are open. The soft summer breeze is blowing through my four open windows. Outside, there are people walking a dog. Two bikers with helmets that blink. The sun has recently set, the sky is still pinkish and hazy. It smells like Westport and by that I mean food trucks. There are people walking to their car from the Jazz club two blocks down. One Republic is playing on my stereo. I hear the train in the distance. Life is good.
I had a beer on the deck of the bar beside me with two great people, one dear to me and the other I just met. I met a bunch of terrific people this past Saturday and I will see them again this weekend. The new friend I met tonight is joining us on our bike tour this Wednesday. Holy cow. I am doing a bike tour in Westport this Wednesday. I am going to first fridays this Friday. I am going to a party in the loft of a new friend and will be surrounded by my new friends this Saturday. I had a wedding consultation this past Wednesday, this past Saturday, then today... Holy cow. This is my new life, I tell myself, relishing in it, hardly believing it, thankful for everything that denotes.
This is mine.
I claim this time, this place, this city, this dream.
I am sitting at my computer
at my desk
in my loft,
editing wedding photos and
blogging
with the windows open wide,
the wind chime I keep hanging
from my lamp clinking,
thinking of a boy I just shared a drink with tonight and
I'm meeting with for lunch tomorrow
and riding with on Wednesday
and
I can't believe this is my life.
I don't want to wake up from this,
this impossible dream.
May it never end.
