That May Be All I Need

I just got back from a concert at Jones Beach.

Maroon 5.

Counting Crows.

Stop making fun of me, the concert was amazing, shut up.

The smell of the ocean, a soft summer breeze, bare feet tapping to the music.

All of it made up for a pretty shitty week. 

Driving in the dark along the Northern State Parkway, headed back to Queens, Sara Bareilles on the stereo, four kindred spirits singing along in harmony...

Yeah. I feel better now. My soul is settling back down, crawling back to a peaceful place. And now, I'm going to collapse into my pillows and ease into a deep sleep.

Thank you and good night.