If You Wear Headphones With Your Running Leggings, You Can’t Hear Men Yelling At You From Autobody Shops On Van Brunt Street
One of my big plans for changing my life (this week) is getting out of the house more. So rather than changing out of my nightgown, and into my pajamas, I’m starting my day by putting on my running clothes. Real clothes sets the bar too high.
This morning, I had a brief lull in emails, so I decided to take Frankenmonster out for a walk. We went to Red Hook, my favorite place on earth, where we saw many beautiful things.
A red bike under a tree.
A cruise ship looming over deserted warehouses, its own empty street.
A birthday present for me.
(By the way, this shop just opened, and it is SO beautiful.)
The harbor whipped like meringue by the wind.
Not a shade of its cerulean manipulated by me.