sing me to sleep

FullSizeRender 8IMG_1196FullSizeRender 9IMG_0789IMG_1081FullSizeRender 13FullSizeRender 11IMG_1129FullSizeRender 12 FullSizeRender 14IMG_1274I’ve become a bit of a lady of the night as of late.

That’s not to say I don’t rise early to pack my days to the peak with iced tea, research, ballet class and freeze dance (oh, the joys of 10-year-old bunheads).

I do.

But I’ve developed an affinity for indulging in as much adventure as 24 hours will concede, stretching long days into late nights, a hot summer sun taking its sweet time to slip into July’s hot, sticky sheets.  The birds that wake most, often sing me to sleep.  Midnight’s tired eyes linger hours longer before puffing up into a mug of English breakfast and beginning again.

So how is it these humid dog days blend into nights so outsrteched?  Well that is a simple one word answer, my friends: Providence.

The Grange, The Duck & Bunny, The Avon, The Dorrance.  The rooftop at G Pub and some lesser authorized rooftops closeby.  Old friends and new ones, learning, teaching, and loving.  Over cities, on beaches, in cafés and under stars.  These are the summer nights I could live in forever.

2 thoughts on “sing me to sleep

  1. Such a lovely evocative post. I’m so glad that you’re back in NYC and can’t wait to hear more about the musical! :)

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