when i was younger, i was able to watch horror movies on my own.  

now,, i scare easily.  my imagination's too active and i guess i've become a little more paranoid.

though i am still a horror movie fan.  it's quite refreshing to have a great ghost story when so far all the horror movies around are gore flicks.




then comes paranormal activity.  dammit.  it's one fun ride!

I am in mid-flight, hundreds of miles above ground. NYC froths behind me, like foam in the wake of a passing ship. I'm headed for L.A. where the weather is supposedly in the mid-80's, at least according to accuweather.com. And if the dusty basins outside my window of my plane are any indication, I'm officially in a Wile E. Coyote Cartoon.

I left NYC with a heavy heart. Although a week's stay may not be enough to warrant such an emotional response, New York is different (more on the WHYs and the HOWs in a different entry). Last night we stood on the rooftop of our Brooklyn apartment as the sky pulsed shades of blue. The Wiliamsburg Bridge posed before us, like a pin-up girl wearing too many pearls and diamonds.And unlike other cities where neon is at odds with obsidian, the lights of New York knew how to dance with the dark of night, twirling in the fog, a waltz behind a curtain of silk.

With that I kissed New York. Not goodbye, but in gratitude for taking me home.