Just a quickie as right about now I should be getting ready for the boring income producing marathon (a.k.a. work). Yesterday I went to another town to pick up something that I'd ordered and I fell in love. Not with a person but with the town.
Living where I live, in a highly urban enclave where the central operating principle is more commonly the response to crime rather than quality of life, it was so refreshing, so mouthwatering even (think about the difference between a nice juicy 1 pound cheeseburger on a white bread bun from your local burger shack and say a dinner at a 4 star restaurant that consisted of a perfect truffle-infused sliver of salmon with a clutch of baby heirloom carrots and zucchini on a buttery pool of polenta). Both meals one would look forward to but the latter is smaller, more exquisite and more expensive. One might be hungry after the latter unless one adjusted one's expectations; poorer too.
So back to my beloved town. It shares all of those qualities of the salmon meal, in that it is transcendent and beautifully sublime and will require sacrifice. But I think to aspire to live there is like waiting for a perfect meal rather than settling for a merely hearty one.
I cannot afford to shift to eating heavenly fish right now (my appetites are too voracious) but indeed I have something to aspire to.
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