Harlem and the end of a wait

Everything looks better after a bath: A bath and a cup of coffee and a long nights sleep into Sunday morning. It doesn't hurt that sunlight is streaming through the window and dancing onto the floor boards. Or, that, finally, after months of waiting and grappling with shifting plans and dreams and transitions, my American visa has finally come through and, all being well, I can begin work on Tuesday. Harlem and New York on a morning like this is beautiful.