Natural High

"This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24

Between the crotch to shoulder marijuana smoke filled pulsating club until 4 AM to a Colombian coffee and Advil kickstart for an exhilarating energy enhanced walk through Prospect Park into the cherry blossom frenzy of Brooklyn's Botanical Gardens, I would venture to say I am having some authentic New York moments. 

Spending time with people that live in the present is the most uplifting feeling that literally shaves years off of my forlorn forehead and relinquishes angst about tomorrow.

This marvelous Life is meant to be lived! Not just endured.

Met my dancing partner from Prague at midnight on a street corner and made the short strut to an underground lair called Southland, apropos.  After a size up from the Lacoste elbow patch clad doorman and the velvet robe unhinge..we made our descent into debauchery. Head to Head in exclusivity and kicked out of a leather booth made for a paying party. Little did they know, we had our own "table service" rocking...a flask of vodka, chest pumping beats and a new hazy memory with an old friend in a great city.

Fast forward..face plant pillow. 9AM..Is that really my cell phone?

Cold face wash, stumble stumble,chocolate croissant and 20 minutes later I'm train bound with G across the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan in the rear view.

Glory and Praise to my Lord for the day that lay ahead.

Weeping cherry's, Emperor Tulips, banging budding magnolias, bonsai ridden coy ponds, sweet jasmine fragrance and a people gazing view of humanity extravaganza! 

Lounging on our backs barefoot in thick fescue. I relaxed....

Climbing Park Slope hills, people were out by the droves potting Hyacinth's and clipping forsythia. We made our way through street musicians  and stoop sales to the Brooklyn Farmers Market for fresh apple cider and a game changing play at the plate with 5 year old little Leaguers. 

OH and the skin.... The bold unveiling of flesh that has been cooped away and under wraps for months showed its radiant glory baring proof that ALL species mate in the spring.

Two IPA's , a sun kissed forehead, welfare, April Showers, Somalian Pirates, Internet porn, and witch hunts thoroughly discussed (at low volume) three new friends parted ways on a glorious God filed day that can never be duplicated.  My Joy. My Delight.

Brooklyn is chill yo.

As long as the invitations come, I'll continue to say yes.

"It's never too late to be what you might have been." George Elliot

What's stopping you?