Truthfully, I liked the majority of the photos that my coworker took for me that one time I ventured to Harlem for brunch.
But I don’t have anything to say worthy of a blog post to go with them.
Well, that’s not true. There is a lot to say, but I’m not sure how or why I would say anything just yet.
I also need to be careful what I give life to with my words write, er right–I keep doing that–now.
I know writers write but it’s hard when you don’t know what to say. But just know, this isn’t, like, the awkward silence that happens on jammed train cars and in cabs late at night.
This is a comfortable silence between friends. While we wait for the check after dinner. Or enjoy Pinkberry by the East River. The way my friends and I used to pile into a twin-sized bed for a nap or to watch ATL in college.
Neither of us is blaming the other for the quiet. We think it’s nice to just be for a moment.
This is the equivalent of digitally just being. When was the last time you just sat? In the quiet? Listening for God?
**This is titled Part 2 because it follows this post.
Photos by @angellenise