magic it kind of comes together at times. things happen... and the warmth, the calm sensation lingers on. and in this square, warm night after the sharp wind in NYC, in a square under trees, guitar and melancholic Mexican lyrics, quickly catching up with the world before sleep.
missing falling asleep with your arms around me, missing waking up to find you there, breakfast with you, walking around discovering you, the world, and some history. going on and on, and ending the day that way.  ¶ 5:27 AM