Cerulean Sky Above Me, Open Water Below Me, and Alacrity Within Me. My Ride on the East River Ferry...

Cerulean sky above me, open water below me, and alacrity within me. My ride on the East River Ferry to Governors Island was the most insouciant adventure I’ve had in months. It was so relaxing. I drifted away from a city of harried business people who were probably scurrying from one office to the other. My feet were shod in sneakers for a 5k race around the island and the sweet tunes from last night’s Radiohead and Caribou concert were still ringing in my ears. I remained sanguine about my chances of winning the race, even though I never exercise. Never. Still, I felt as though if I really wanted to win I could. That was a delusion. I was at the back of the pack and incapable of overhauling even the oldest of runners. My handsome friend, Daniel Alvarez, remained the cynosure of all eyes on the field when it was announced that he was the second place winner.    We played with my football and then traipsed from one picnic site to another, looking for the post-race celebration. As we sat and joked, in that moment I was completely happy with my life and the people in it. For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel like a feckless adult with a laconic sense of humor and bad posture. I felt like a grateful young woman enjoying the NY skyline and a cold beer.