11/19/12

East Village in the Morning.

Yesterday we made it to the early service at church (it might have been the first time we've had ourselves together enough to be somewhere at the same time by 9:30am), and we made our way to the East Village for brunch afterward.

There's something completely enchanting about the city in the morning. It's in the darkness of the storefronts and the ability to hear your own footsteps. I've talked about it before - that stillness before the world comes alive. Both humbling and intimidating, the recognition that your place is small in the framework of it all. A beauty in knowing that there's so much more to learn of life, of the other lives that pass you by, of the way the world looks from their eyes.