#peristroika

This is my favorite place in New York City. No, in the whole universe. The parts of it I've seen. On a day like today. A sunny winter's day, warm and cold at once. the sky's a little hazy, so the sunlight has a physical presence, a character. In autumn, those tress across the lake are yellow, and sun strikes those most brilliantly. Against the blue of the sky, that sad fall blue, those trees are more light than vegetation. They are Yankee trees, New England transplants. They're barren now. It's January 1990. I've been living with AIDS for five years. That's six whole months longer than I lived with Louis.