I treated myself to a long walk chasing those ten thousand steps and found myself in Washington Square Park. Look at all these people. All the NEw York people, where do they all come from?

Everywhere.

I miss my friends. I miss the ones I meet for an impromptu hang in their homes and the ones who fly in from another city and or country and need a place to stay so they stay with me. I feel sad about the missed opportunities to see people when we had a chance to do so. I miss being around people. I miss seeing the faces of strangers walking by me. I miss gawking at the ones I imagine doing things to. I miss being around my chosen family, my friends of friends, by strangers standing in the dark watching a comic tell jokes, a band sing their songs, a movie playing on a screen. I miss hugs, like so many of us do.

Seeing everyone out and about makes my heart hopeful. On a sunny day like this one, all the glimmer that shines lifts me. Let It lift you too.