When we first met, he lived in a small apartment on a beautiful, charming block in Brooklyn Heights. Truthfully, it could have been anywhere in the world because the first time I walked down that street with him I didn't really notice that that the street was made of cobblestones and that the houses seemed to be a hundred years old or that the trees were enormous and lush and lined the street perfectly. I had the pit in my stomach...the one that can mean that you're happy, nervous, excited and surprised all at the same time. You know the "pit"...usually it's a person that makes you feel it, sometimes it's an event...on that day for me it was both.
There was one summer night...a million years ago...when we went out for ice cream and then decided at the last minute that it would be fun to walk the Brooklyn Bridge for no particular reason. We walked it many times since that first time and this last Sunday we walked it again with a friend. We were going no where in particular. They were walking ahead of me and I was lagging behind and then I felt the pit. Sometimes life just does that.
These photos aren't particularly novel (are they?) but I thought they were fun and just wanted to share them with my little story.
Morcheeba - Slow Down