sorpresas

not too verbose tonight - it's late and i'm exhausted and honestly not feeling too hot. but i just want to put out there that this city continues to shock me. maybe even daily. i don't know if i can honestly blame it on the city; if rather it's the people in the city, that create the pulse and the lifeblood and the general vibe. you feel a hand just below the small of your back - right where your butt starts to curve - in the middle of a crowded bar and you first look down at the hand to make sure it's not just an in-transit hand, then you look up at who the hand belongs to because it's still there, not a momentary fleeting thing, firmly planted and surprisingly confident, and even after one year and many bars and many attempts at that particular spot, you are still caught. off. guard. there is a chest bumping against your shoulder and a head ducked low to reach your ear - you are having a conversation, after all - and after the initial surprise wears off you just marvel at how predictable people are, especially when you don't see it coming.