28 Dec 2022

This city, this town. I was sewn and re-sewn like a stubborn button that keeps falling off a jacket and one day decides to roll away. In love and in spite. Here in body while spirit soars some place that is not New York, not Omaha, not anywhere at all. Just here with you and all of it.

A man in a black peacoat stands beside a frozen body of water next to a sidewalk, partially obscured by an orange lamppost.