The last few days have started off weird. A keen departure from a highly vibrating few weeks leading up to now. I walked a bit aimlessly from Williamsburg to Greenpoint, attempting to be present and not ruminate on anything which would derail my day. I captured images of flowers and stopped to smell each one. There are so many roses in Brooklyn. Some literally growing from concrete. I came across a stationary store I'd never noticed before and decided to enter thinking perhaps I'd find something for myself. In for a moment I perused and was going to leave until I paused. In the center of the store is a long wooden table covered with notebooks. There are jars of pens you can try out and if you like any, you walk them over to the register and someone goes in the back to get you fresh packs. I found three I liked. I got my self something I liked and need. Treat yourself to something. Anything. 

C.