fleeing the nest

Towards the end of October I said farewell to Brooklyn and headed upstate to Woodstock. This vulnerability greeted me on pavement outside the apartment as I left and was reminded of what I can all too often forget. In San Francisco I met a bird hopping on one leg at the Ferry port and stole a few moments studying her grace and struggle whilst a coconut macaroon melted on my tongue. Luc(k)y.