These past few weeks:

Behind the most brilliant Halloween moon, I was so sure Jack from The Nightmare Before Christmas was just hiding behind it waiting to come out and sit on its rim, with his legs dangling.

Drove, drove and drove and loved getting lost for once.

Found myself in the warmest of places with people I didn’t even know but enjoyed the individual weight of each of their plights.

Bought longsleeves. I dislike longsleeves but my closet is still so bare.

Met people who snuggled right into stereotypes. Loved them. Loathed them.

Stood about in fashionable darkness that gave birth to beautiful song.

Magnitudes of invested life, growing faith and packets of uncompromising drive.

Cold tickets, warm seats, paths that only I’m meant handle.

I love this city.