The beginnings of letting go...

The back of the pack.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Most days.
On the fringes.
Corralling.
Observing.
Ever so slightly, loosening my grip.
A shift accompanying this season of mid-life.
The beginnings of letting go.

In the mix...

NYC.
Middle man.
In the mix...

#theeverydayiseverything

A feast for the eyes...

I walked by.
I circled back.
A feast for the eyes.