Monday, July 9 EnVie Cafe, 4:30 PM
In the Quarter. Again. Sitting across from Janice, her pen moving furiously across her journal, a secret smile upon her lips.
It feels like home, like it has been too long since I was here last. Less than five months since I walked the hot concrete streets, but an entire year since the NOWM.
More familiar every year, more family than the year earlier, deeper hugs, brighter reconnections, and a bigger pile of lookin' forward to...
'The sounds of New Orleans' on the speakers, jazz, raucous across the scales. It would let me know I was here even if I were blind. My ears would give this place away--the sax and trumpets, the drawling of "Yes, Baby, Yes!" and the bravado of the 'Who dats?!'
New journal now filling, purchased just for this event. New faces to meet, places to discover, words to pen.
Let the magic take me where it may. I am ready to let it in.