New York can be so quiet. Quietness really isn't that great. At least, I don't think so. But who am I? Just another transplant. It doesn't take long to get into a flow of a certain pace. A certain rhythm of life. My living in the city explores every level of being. I head downtown towards Union Square, and then into the West Village. A crisp, moisture cold, clings in the air. I am alive. My day opens ahead of me. I head downtown. I head into uncharted territory, and new adventure. Today's the day the doors open and I feel warm and fuzzy all over. I crave noise and bustle and motion. But it's still quiet. If I can just retain my sanity, I'll be okay. Let's not get carried away, of course. Let's not get carried away with expectations. It's early in the day, it's just begun. I know that I am heading in the right direction. Crisp air sharpens my senses. Razor sharp on a quiet New York City morning. I am alive.
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God, I have some questions...
About Me
- The Everyday Adventurer
- I can’t seem to find my way anywhere. I have systematically spun myself in circles. I’m tired of wearing this heavy backpack. I can’t find the Trailhead, but I do eventually stumble across the highway. My compass tells me that I need to head north. I pitch my thumb and start trying to hitch a ride. And I try for a while, with just about everyone driving by. I must look terrible, the backcountry having gotten the best of me. Finally, an old Hippie stops his jalopy and proceeds to drive me for several miles until my vehicle appears. Sitting right where I left it, only yesterday. Suddenly, I’m out of the Wilderness and back into the safety of my operating vehicle with a heater
Finding God in New York City
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