I’m wandering the city with no idea where I am headed to most of the time. I walked Broadway—a smorgasbord of sights, sounds, and smells; some of them pleasant—others of them not so much.
In a city of anonymity where I am simply another face in the nameless crowd.
Don’t talk, smile, or make eye contact with anyone—and (heaven forbid) look too interested, otherwise you won’t blend in.
Madison Square Park.
I had to stop. I had to rest. I had to sit down someplace.
I was—quite simply—worn out.
From the makeshift stage a few lengths away beyond the bushes, the music drifted to me intermixed with the heavy sounds and bustle of the city thoroughfare as the sun glinted off of the nearby buildings. This all seemed so surreal…so diametrically opposed to my regular life—
Such a range of individuals; of styles, looks, mannerisms, age differences, this is a whole other life…and this city supports them all.
My back hurts, too…but I’m loving every single minute of it.