Everything I Wanted

Collected Agenda #15

WHAT I DID 

Monday, October 14

It's getting late again, and I’ve fallen behind. I’ve fallen furious, fallen fatigued. The weekend was lovely. The flight home was quick, easy, it’s cold back in the city. I felt the seasons viscerally more last year. I had just moved downtown, there was one stretch of Houston Street by the old apartment that I remember like a wind tunnel. I’d be sucked in on my walk every day. I’m less victim to circumstance and whims now. Nothing is quite as frigid.  I miss being manic a little sometimes, but not a lot. Soft golden hour glow as the plane lands.

I cleaned before we left, which is nice coming home. Noting – I should anticipate these things more.