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It was the first day of spring on Thursday, the first time I felt, since the weather got cold somewhere in October, that I could actually be outside, not just walking fast from one place to the other, usually from the apartment to a restaurant and back to the apartment again, but actually spend time outside. wIt was like that this evening. Such a long day. But in the evening, after spending most of the day in the motorcycle dealership, and then heading to the upper east side to see his parents and then rushing back home to meet a friend and then going out to pizza - we went outside again.

I almost never go out on Fridays here, but tonight, just walking outside, being a bit buzzed from a beer, a shot of absinth and then another beer and seeing all the people all dressed out to go out, or sitting in bars or just, like me, walking in the beautiful still air that's so nice and warm that I could actually unbutton my coat and feel the hair touching my skin - I felt so alive, like I'm finally waking up from a long winter of hibernation. We walked down  6th street and headed to the water, and we were looking at all the new Williamsburg buildings and talking, walking slowly, but somehow advancing faster then we were all winter.

And then, we stopped in that tiny park that was raised right by the power station in honor of the fairy stop that used to be there, bringing people from Brooklyn to Manhattan before the trains and the bridges were built. The water was so still and the air so nice and warm. We were talking but I could barely hear the words, I couldn't stop looking at the reflection of the lights on the water. so still and vivid that they looked like pillars of bright white and shiny orange and pale yellow and red lights.  We were talking of the train, and of 6th sense and it was just words, passing between 3 people who were more interested in just being then in talking and passing something between them, that was much larger then the words - happiness and friendship and love.

I haven't wrote while being drunk in ages, it's weird having to go back and correct the spelling of every word. It's true what they say, it is the fine motor skills that get fucked first.