The best way to have a good day is to stumble upon it. S and I roamed the village yesterday, losing ourselves amongst the numbers and names only to happen upon a street festival in between bars lined with people cheering on USA. The day ended up being a mixture of smells, sounds, faces, and hole-in-the-wall vintage stores where hats, dresses, and shoes, reminiscent of old-time New York decorated the walls and yearned to be bought, worn, paraded down the sidewalks of Manhattan. A wandering day turned into an colorful night full of characters and outfits fit for the main stage of a Lady Gaga tour. But like I said before, I like the nights best.
I awoke this morning to tangled sheets and rain pouring against the window. It was a good day to read. And write. And end the night with the Tony's where inspiration and creativity flows out of every performance on the stage, and you become desperate to be a part of that world. To write something worth performing.
And now I'm back. It's still raining and my room smells of dusk and weather but it's cool for once and my bed with its rumpled sheets and book lying open looks too inviting to ignore much longer.
-Mandy
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