2003-03-09 - 8:27 p.m.
Finally a mild day and I can start to beleive that spring might come. In old clothes: converse and corduroy and thrift store jacket, I put air in my bike tires and take off to Bay Ridge, the neighborhood to the south of mine. It's so nice to smell the mud and rotting leaves in the Park, to look up and see (still bare) tree branches. My route takes me to a peir which sticks way out into the Hudson (or is it the bay this far south?). Downtown Manhattan looks so far away (even the Manhattan Bridge, which I cross every monring on the train, looks tiny), Staten Island and the Verazzano bridge much closer. I am breathing in the briney air and listening to the waves slap against the rocks. This kind of escape, a pause in my routine, is so close, I have to remember that.
With longer days I am feeling less bitter and more angry about issues and power and systems, as opposed to personal drama that is not worth worrying over. This shift of focus, a change in perspective is a welcome releif and I feel so greatful to all my friends who heard me out and helped me through a hard time. Now I guess we have to help each other through an even harder political time.
Outrage and outbursts come often for me now. I don't know what more to say about the current times right now, except when Bush came into power (not elected) I knew it would be bad, but I didn't know how bad. I couldn't even imagine. Or is now just systemic power that was hidden before more obvious and incipient?
