Walking home, post yoga the lights of Chinatown transport me to another time: 1994, new to New York I wandered by myself through the darkening streets of Chinatown with the distinct feeling that I was the first person ever to have seen the neon signs winking their hellos to anyone who was watching. I felt lucky to be in that spot, at that time, facing the unknown without fear.
I’m older know but time has a funny way of looping around every now and then to remind me to say thanks.
Thanks.
