each little season has been so different in this city.

this particular little season has involved a lot of yoga (and pushing myself further with it than i ever have in the past) in a studio with wood floors that creak under big pots of plants, mochi, guitars, a big banana republic tote bag, and the guinea pig running more amuck than ever.

there is the acute possibility that i won’t even be here this time next year. next to impossible to imagine, as i have rooted myself so deeply here that i find digits in boroughs i haven’t been in in weeks. i have no doubt that even if i left for a little while, i’d be back.

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