My dear friend sent me this picture from the subway….an Emergency Exit sign…full of E’s….11 in total. That’s alot of E.
Exits. William Shakespeare said it best.
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.”
I call my apartment in the city “the cloud.” Because it is my oasis in the sky – 12 floors up. It is my place to dream, to relax, to feel safe. Many of us picture heaven in the clouds, with gleaming pearly gates. Some people see clouds as cotton candy, fluffy and sweet. Clouds can be art – like a swift stroke of a painters brush. But most of all, clouds are a phoenix of nature – ever rising, ever flying – showering the earth.
Cloud-eeee.
This city is all about the E….it is Everywhere…in plain sight and lurking in the shadows…..and here it is underfoot, on the subway platform, telling me to “stEp aside”….and I did.
Yes – I did it. Finally. I’ve been holding off – waiting for the right moment to present itself. And it did – on a rainy Sunday in New York. Not sure why. But some of life’s most important questions are not always meant to be answered. I just took the opportunity…and ate with it.
Papaya King. Yes.
I have lived in this amazing city over 22 years and I finally made the leap. Friends are shocked…no one believes, but it’s true. Somehow I have escaped the drunken nights out without one (or maybe I just don’t remember?) No – I think this is something one doesn’t forget.
Two dogs. Mustard. Sauerkraut. Simple. Crisp, warm, tasty. And cheap. Does it get any better than that?
Next time…dogs and a papaya juice!