Sometimes the sun shines in this magical way and I feel as if I could open my door and step out onto a Manhattan street full of sounds and people (and smells!). I don’t know what it is or why it is.
This morning, I was laying in bed and the sun was shining through the curtains and I felt for certain - in that hazy state between asleep and awake - that New York was outside my window. I smiled. Just as I thought to myself, “I’ll go open the door and see what the weather’s like out there,” I remembered where I was.
But just the thought that maybe, somehow, I’d awakened from a long, long dream and was (in the future? in the past? in another reality?) actually in New York was enough to keep the dreamy smile on my face.
How can a city so vast, so ceaselessly changing, so full of variety - a city that can’t be defined in a single word but is made up of a multitude of people types and ideas - have such a grip on your heart?
There are also times when the daylight, with maybe a slight threat of rain, makes me feel as if I’m walking along the River Liffy in Dublin on my way to catch the bus to the IMMA or down a cobblestone street in Temple Bar on my way to that café where I used to get the best potato and leek soup you’ve ever tasted. And I was barely there a month!
I think the magic of Dublin is a bit truer for me, even if it is smaller. I’ve never seen it romanticised in books or movies (not that it hasn’t been) so I know that my experience is my own and not influenced by outside forces.
Either way, I love those moments and, I guess, I thought it’d be nice to share. :)