Breadcrumbs

I'm sitting in Central Park with a homemade sandwich, listening to my favorite band, and watching people come and go as they soak up the little reminder of the earth from which we all sprouted.

It is a beautiful day, there is a Yorkie six feet from me, I am next to my favorite tree, and yet still I am a little sad.  There's a piece to this perfect world that I haven't yet figured out. It'd be like painting the park perfectly but missing a specific shade of green. It would seem perfectly correct, but the soul of it would be every so slightly lessened. 

Something is missing. There's a happiness that is still locked away, and I must travel through this gamemap in search of the key. 

In the meantime, I'm enjoying the park in a different hue, and the pup over the course of writing this hobbled over to me and gave me so many kisses. 

Today is still beautiful.