Awakening

 

Two hours outside of New York there are trees the color of sun dried tomatoes and lemon. Others let their bones show through, succumbing to the inevitable ending of things. They stretch for miles and sink into the horizon and all at once the world seems wonderful and vast. I am not used to the freedom of it, or the reminder that Manhattan is more like a dream than a place.

Sometimes leaving the city feels just like waking up.