Thru

At the intersection tonight, I should have been more sensible. Till the very last moment, I thought I could be. And then I turned right when it really should have been left. Too many shoulds in too little space for me. New York is New York because of the outrageous things people do. With the winds today, these warm winds, the city was at its most seductive. The doors had opened.

It seems odd perhaps, what I do. But I do what I do because of the rewards of the moment. Some moments linger, but eventually they all pass.