Dappling

This morning, 6:29 a.m.

I woke up at 5. My brain isn’t sure what it’s doing. I tried to re-sleep, but my mind wouldn’t quiet down. I was remembering the air last night as I walked home after work. The sun was just starting to go down and the wind was stronger than it’s been and cool and fresh and I remembered smiling and thinking about Spain. Not Spain as a place, but Spain as an idea—“Spain.” I realized I hadn’t felt calm in New York like that in a long time. It was as though I were again feeling air that can only be sensed when I am happy.

It’s a quality of breeze that is twined with the light like bodies in the morning in bed.