Bento box lunch at Republic, Union Square, New York, sweet lunch of my dreams: seafood dumplings, beef soup, chicken rice, hot green tea. This is what I would eat every day, given the chance.
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you. (Whitman)
Get up. Go ride.