you're walking down towards the brooklyn ferry landing. the night is clear and cold. the chills from the ice wind slips its way down the front of your scarf and into the deep folds of your layered clothing.
you see the that the lights are still on inside the brooklyn ice cream factory, and you decide that no matter how cold, no matter how inane the idea, a large single scoop of strawberry ice cream on a sugar cone sounds like the greatest idea ever. you buy one for $3.50 and you are not disappointed.
across the waters, the city sits in a wide glistening smile. near the edge of the pier, there is a man standing in the length of his own shadow; around his head, a haloed ring of light radiates, the source of which is a passing ferry. music emanates from a small boombox sitting on top of a cart. he stands and does not move. the music is not memorable.
the brooklyn and manhattan bridges stand tall and ominous in the looming dark; their towering beams stretching up into the night where their gleaming lights mingle with the stars.
tonight's homework:
think about one thing in your life that you believe you can better. craft together a plan of attack, then actively work on making that one thing excel. those self-imposed limitations have no chance do they?
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