bridge

bridge
Originally uploaded by madabandon.

A few months ago I walked down to Dumbo, just a short distance from my apartment, and found that the park had been all cleaned up and, on that particular day, it was virtually empty. It was cold and windy, and it was so strange to be alone in this setting, with Manhattan (teeming with life) just across the water. It was so quiet you could hear the little waves hitting the rocks along the water's edge. I decided that I would visit here a lot. But most likely it will never be empty like it was that day, and the presence of other people will frighten me, as it sometimes does.

Why is it that as soon as I am awake I feel a cloud settle on my head and shoulders, making me just want to crawl back into bed and sleep and sleep and sleep? The irony is that I can't sleep. My insomnia tortures me.