New York: “Hello, Lover.”

This wretched feeling has struck me again and left me at the mercy of the city. My footsteps have found themselves again, they have recognised the pavement, the sound of the streets, the parks. My brain has been inundated with the feelings and memories of all my interrupted stays in New York City throughout the years. The stopwatch of this new stay is on. One. More. Time. I take a deep breath. Life resumes. Welcome home. Where I am whole.