i am a scribbler.

i am a kid at heart.

And why not?

 Let go of any inhibitons, bang some fuckin' pots and pans, run around and pretend to be an aeroplane, laugh at silly things and don't worry about lame adult stuff. 

Who really will notice if your shoes don't match your hand bag, or if you forgot to make your bed?

Do it, it's fun.

i am waiting.

The suns warm my left cheek and the breeze is chilling my right.

There's 3 helicopter's hovering up ahead, not sure quite what they're doing. Catching a crim' perhaps?

I can hear the high-pitched gritting screech of the G train to my right, and the roar and rumble of the over-sized SUV's on the motor-way straight ahead. Behind me the flakey, wrinkled leaves are rustling in the gusts of cold, New Yawk wind. 

It's 12.57pm and the Williamsburg Public Library will be open in 3 minutes.

I want to face the sun directly so both my cheeks will be warm from the sun.

These beauties are all the street art that yelled out to me in Rio De Janeiro

i am smiling.

It's a crispy sun-shining day in New Yawk.

How funny is that, I'm in New York, the one and only, and I'm still blabbing on about Brazil.

I'm so easily impressed. It's great, I never get bored!

I can't wait to explore more in the Big Apple, meet some new exploring buddies and get amongst the art scene.

What a contrast to Manaus City this place is, for one it doesn't smell like rotten fish, and perhaps not as much blatant staring. And definitely not as hot. My tans fading.

Perhaps it's time for a caw-fee in the sun, New Yawk style.