And that, my loves, is what I should be doing this beautifully foggy morning instead of sitting around at a guest-house in F-7, working on the design for a livelihood development project for women. Not that this work is not fulfilling, but the truth is, I'm in a very empire-state-of-mind today. *sigh*
February 16, 2011
The smell of coffee - even the disgustingly icky instant kind - makes me incredibly nostalgic for New York mornings. I can close my eyes and imagine that I'm still in the big building next to Sakura Park looking out at cherry blossoms and the Hudson river. I feel like I should be exiting the second floor through the reception out on to Riverside Drive, and walking past the Church and the Manhattan School of Music on through Broadway past Columbia, past the bookstore, past the ever-tempting Aerosoles shop to Artopolis where steaming mugs of coffee combined with the most heavenly nutella-chocolate-crepes heaped with berries and whipped cream wait for me. And this is where I will sit for the next few hours, day-dreaming, looking out at the people passing by and - in between all that - reading a book.