The fatigue of habituation plagues my heart. I’m cursed to see the same faces on every block and then go home to dream of some far-off place made of movie magic and fairy dust. I’ve memorized the worn sidewalks that line each winding street, every historical building flaunting the bricks of the past, and each ...

The sun is out more often these days with the promise of warmer weather. Rain and thunderstorms become the norm. Mountain fields abound with color, but chaos is just around the corner. Longer workdays. Traffic and tourists. Crowded sidewalks. Festivals and carnivals. Fairs and rodeo shows. The noise, the hustle, the bustle in the streets. ...

Although I’ve never been there, it feels like a memory I lived. Maybe in another lifetime, I strolled in the shadows of the lights, because the skylines and avenues I’ve never walked through are whispering my name. Amongst the crowds, amidst the noise and chaos, pulses through the pavement radiate my heartbeat. New York is ...

We often ride nowhere. The car traverses the city blocks to the highway of vehicles moving through the town in all directions. You maneuver us to the highway until the city is behind us, along with our jobs and tiny apartment. We head north, passing shopping centers and super-sized outlet malls under the rolling hills ...