saturday and nowhere better to be than a bench in the shade, spending time with friends. afternoon turned into later turned into dinner turned into late, and the thing i remember most about that day is this:
by the time i headed home, manhattan-bound trains were a mess, as sometimes happens on weekends. i shared a cab with a couple i'd met earlier in the night and as we crossed the brooklyn bridge—an entrance into manhattan i've never made—i was struck by the thought that saturday ended in a place i didn't plan to be with people i didn't know when i woke up that morning, and i felt a little richer for it.
and so it is in these moments when i am stopped dead in my tracks and remember to be grateful for adventure and experience and how all of it, every delicious breadcrumb of it—the nights i didn't plan on and the thoughtful walks to nowhere and the conversations that begin late and greet the morning—adds up to something. life, done well.
You captured something great here. Days like that are often few and far between, and they really stick with you in a special way. :)ReplyDelete