eat liv(e) run

i have now defined my idea of heaven. as i write this, i am sitting at my desk, home from a long trip to ohio. i'm sipping on a glass of cider, with the window in my bedroom slightly ajar. i can feel the cool air and hear the city noises, something i've missed recently. playing on my computer is ray lamontagne, his scratchy voice cooing to me. my cat is at the window, trying to get a peak of what is going on in the courtyard below. most of the lights are off and a sage and lime candle is flickering inside of a mason jar. tonight, i am hoping to eat cheese and crackers and enjoy the company of friends and sleep under my down comforter, letting the light of new york seep through the cracks in the blinds. life is good.