Every now & then, you just meed to escape

I stood in my apartment, watching the sun fade over the Hudson River, the rapidly declining peach glow lighting up the sky as if Manhattan were smoldering. And as Manhattan burned, I thought of home. I remember a life from a distant past, echoes of waves crashing on Maracas beach, visions of frothy bubbles kissing the shore, and the taste of salt against my lips. But even as I tried to hold onto those memories, they blurred and bled like the slices of oranges and reds that bruised the Hudson River. And as I watched Manhattan burn, and the Hudson bleed, I thought, "Every now & then, you just need to escape.