January Fourth, 2020
The four of us stood at the corner of Twenty-third and Seventh. Brunch was at Le Grainne on Twentieth and Ninth. We had sat for two hours, over tea, over eggs, over potatoes, over crepes, over stories of triumph and growth that poured over from the old year and into the new. After the check we wanted to walk. It was January but the air felt like April. Winter coats were folded over our arms and carried. This wasn’t the first time that we had gathered for brunch. But everything in our lives was moving at a pace that felt like lightning, though steady and focused. Everything was changing. Everything was new.