I watched the sun rise this morning.
Man, I haven't done that in ages.
It wasn't a particularly nice one- the sun came up from behind a Fedex warehouse, and the light reflected across the mouth of the Gowanus canal, which I believe to still be the most polluted waterway in America.
Ah, New York.
Still, it was a good moment. Even Brooklyn, the place the tube will go in when the world needs an enema, was peaceful at that moment.
The air barely smelled of the trash from the three processing stations within a mile of here, and the nearby streets don't yet smell of fermented dog piss as they do in the warm weather.
I can't hear the muslim call to prayer from here, which is nice. The nearest street-mounted speakers are up closer to the stadium where the Brooklyn Nets play, in the neighborhood where the Sharia Police drive around in NYPD cop cars with 'Muslim Community Patrol' on them.
Not even joking.
So that's a blessing. I don't have to hear that.
Man, fuck this place.
My point, though, was that this was a pretty good moment for a place I look down upon from the relatively olympian height of someone from a civilized place.
For values of good, anyhow.
You know, this post started out as me wanting to share a Moment of Zen, but it turned dark quick. I had planned on only mentioning that it seems tough some days to find a good, positive moment but the post sort of wrote itself.
Well, 12 more days and I can unass from here.
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