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Winter always makes me think of New York City.
I don't want to work. I just want to draw, knit, and walk around the park, and read and think about the trees, and stay in a hotel even though I live in the city because I love a glorious bath tub.
I miss looking down on things and observing how tiny they appear. I also miss looking out over the city and watching it slowly glow as the sun rises. Sometimes I miss seeing movies alone. Sometimes I miss very long walks from lesser preferred train stops due to construction.
I want to dwell at ease.
I don't want to work. I just want to draw, knit, and walk around the park, and read and think about the trees, and stay in a hotel even though I live in the city because I love a glorious bath tub.
I miss looking down on things and observing how tiny they appear. I also miss looking out over the city and watching it slowly glow as the sun rises. Sometimes I miss seeing movies alone. Sometimes I miss very long walks from lesser preferred train stops due to construction.
I want to dwell at ease.
