I love, in this fraught moment, when people name what's worth fighting for.
Whether it's Brooklyn in summertime, fireflies on a peaceful night, or a future that includes everyone.
I had a stressful afternoon/evening and took a long walk home to clear my headache. Then I remembered godDAMN I love Brooklyn in summertime. This is worth fighting for.
There were old men playing dice and ppl bbq ing. Apparently there was a 5k in Prospect Park and the sun was setting over the lake. Music, pride flags, and fusion cuisine in questionable combinations. I got home just in time to see fireflies on my block.
