erica

You just can't sing a depressing song when you're playing the banjo. When you're playing the banjo, everything's okay.

There are mornings like these and mornings like those. Waking up to sunlight warming The White Sheets and blankets around you. You are alone. You can't help but smile at how beautiful the world is. The bright natural light fills you, and you are happy.

Moments between clouds, I prepare myself as I ingest the city air. I feel the sun warm my skin as the snow freezes my feet. My ears are ringing from the sounds of the street floating up to the rooftop and I feel content. There is nothing better than living and breathing The City Life. Nothing.