The Ideal Evening

Sure, there is an entire city literally in my backyard.  OK, and front .. side of my house .. alleyway..

Whatever, you get the visual.

Hoboken is known for their lush variety of nightlife activity, houses of drunken debauchery, and huge pizza. At any given time of day, on one of the cramped streets this mile-squared town, there is bound to be a handful of people, journeying out on some activity. By societal standards, I suppose I haven’t capitalized on the extent of Hoboken’s many attactions.

Instead, tonight I sat at my desk, re-organizing my blog, while listening to Marley, Gaye, Rolling Stones, and about a dozen more bands I’ve been meaning to burn into my musical repetoire.  The most beautiful girl in my life is sleeping soundly to my immediate right, and the way this dim desk lamp lights up her face is angelic.  I’ve uploaded new photos that their delivery to family and friends have been very overdue.  There’s a slight stiffness in my neck, but nothing the sweetest sounding music playing in my ears can remedy.

I’ve discovered that the most ideal of evenings are those spent enjoying the simpler, calmer moments.   When everything slows down to a crawl and silences to a whisper, it’s easy to appreciate all the things that normally pass right before your eyes.