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  • Last summer I chased the sun through midtown. It was a time when meaning and messages were everywhere. It was a time of adventure and I can feel it again. It's approaching now. This is always the time. We just don't always see.

    Today, I'm sitting in Rickshaw Dumpling Bar. It's a chilly night in May. I've just worked out and my sweat is starting to cool on my skin. I spent an hour with a woman from Italy as we reviewed a choreographed routine in Chelsea. It was to a song in which the main line is "I'm sex-ay. You want me." In the middle of the routine I burst into laughter because I feel as though we're trapped in a bad Will Ferrel movie. Most of us scowl at ourselves and the instructor ridiculously in the mirror as she overinvests herself in her moves enthusiastically pushing a routine she plans to film on Saturday, while the class just wants a basic workout.

    "Enough stopping!" I think. I don't care about this routine. I want to sweat. Not to cool down between beats as she checks her little white paper to see which moves we've gone through. This wasn't what I signed up for. Yet it became comedy and in that I laughed loudly and naturally.

    In Rickshaw, I'm sitting; eating some vegetarian edamame dumplings. Random songs come and go on the speakers. The sound clears between them, then a familiar beat.

    As Cat Power's crackly voice breaks the silence, I hear:

    Oh I do believe
    In all the things you say
    What comes is better than what came before

    And you'd better come come, come come to me
    Better come come, come come to me
    Better run, run run, run run to me
    Better come

    Oh I do believe
    In all the things you say
    What comes is better that what came before

    And you'd better run run, run run to me
    Better run, run run, run run to me
    Better come, come come, come come to me
    You'd better run

    - - - - - - - - - - I remember other times when I heard these words. - - - - - - -
    In college, I'd be frantic in a dorm room with my best friend and he'd hold me and tell me it'd be okay. I'd be exploring ideas. We'd hear this song play in V for Vendetta. We'd write lines from these lyrics to each other to say hello; to each other in cards; to send well wishes.

    Tonight, my best friend is with me. He might only be several blocks away and in weeks, he'll be across the world; but in these moments, I can sense that he somehow sent me this closeness: through a thought; through love; and tonight this song comforts me.

    People are never far. Love is never far. You just have to open your eyes and see. Open your heart and - -
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