Windy Day

A cold wind is blowing through NYC today, people are bundled up, and the "get out of my way" NYers are still plowing through the streets. I notice that those seem to be the people that are not really from NY, but feel that overcompensation can rightfully grant them a place in this great city. On days like this, the oppressive winter can lead one to such bouts of depressive thoughts that there can be no release from the prison of one's own thoughts. It's days like this that make me want to be enslaved to another's whims and fancies, to lose control of the spiraling darkness that life tailspins into on random occasions. Luckily, these thoughts seem to best manifest in lonely silence, and on the streets of NY, I was mainly able to avoid such a destructive fate.

Rather, I ate with family and friends, and had conversations of nothingness that gained me a moments peace from my own problems. There's nothing like the miseries of another to brighten up one's own world, and since there are myriad circumstances that overshadow my fanciful problems, I never focus long on that which cannot be controlled. Without a second thought, I plowed through NY with my own style, sidestepping the raging bulls while arriving in a timely manner to all destinations. It was a good day, a lovely, biting, windy day, and I remembered that all can be so dramatic.

The sun seems to be breaking through more now, and it's a sign that health can be such an overriding influence on our emotions. Without much more interesting observation, I look forward to a healthy, happy new year, and hope that all my friends and family will also turn towards their health, fix the nuts and bolts, and enjoy the sunshine that caresses our faces as we emerge from the depths of the subways.