Dirty Martini
     It was early spring in a big city.  When I flew from the Deep South on the way back to the city, I was happy and excited, thinking about what this new season would unfold. My disliking of cold winter made me run away from the city every year.  I could handle some cold days in November during the time of colorful falling leaves in the park. Thanksgiving and Christmas time absolutely made me forget about how I feel on the skin.  The atmosphere of the city was so vibrant; neon signs, window displays of, stores, shoppers in hustle and bustle, subways, yellow cabs, horses and carriages, and street performers---all played the tune of happiness. Then the lit-up Christmas tree at the Plaza, ice skaters, and first snow flake---That was when my face started to feel numb.

   "This is it! I'm going back to my Deep South!"
   I was so desperate to go back to my Deep South that I could welcome a new year there with my family.  I didn't hesitate to make phone calls to airlines to shop around my airplane ticket.  If I needed to fly very next day for that very reason, I would be happy to put on T-shirts and a pair of blue jeans underneath my heavy winter jacket and to get the heck out of there.  Three hours later, I was seeing evergreen swamp.  How grateful I felt!
   My grateful feeling didn't last for a long time because my party started hard and I lost my equilibrium.  Twisted friendship and tons of family problems drove me crazy and made me want to run away. Coincidentally, it always fell into the time when spring was around every corner.  And this winter bird was ready to fly. Though my wings were broken, my bird-like instinct only smelled the city in spring time.  Once I landed in the city, I grew some kind of fins instead.
     It was April Fool. 42 fahrenheit ---not too bad for the first day this year.  I decided to hop on the subway without knowing where I was going.  A train dashed in platform had some alphabet on it. A? E? F? D? I didn't need to know and I didn't care because any of those alphabet trains would take me to the city one way or another. Soon the train I took glided through a tunnel leading to underground path and accelerated whenever it needed to.  I didn't even have time to wave hands to the people on the other train coming from the other direction.  It made frequent stops and was loaded with more people at each stop.  It all happened underground! I saw trains came and went.  There was a train I thought it was going to merge to the path we were on.  Both trains were competing and running in parallel for a while until their trains lost its speed and stopped while our train kept running.

     It kept running. When it finally stopped, the majority of passengers got off and I was pushed out.  Only thing I could do was to be a part of the crowd and to keep moving forward, passing platform, going up the stairs and long pathway, twirling exit thingy, open hallway, and stairs to the outside world.  I followed the Natives in suit and tie, with only one question; Where do these people go?

     Without any preference, I started to follow them, nobody in particular, They were fast walkers.  One turned to the left.  Another turned to the right.  Some disappeared in revorver door of the fancy building.  Some called cab and left. When I realized that I was the stupid one without any purpose,  I was completely left along and sitting down on the stair of the Public Library, watching people having lunch.  I looked the other side of the busy street and saw an American Indian man with his sign said, 'Navajo Indian wants to go home. Spare some change.' I saw this man a year ago and he was still wanting to go back to where he came from!  In front of the church door which never opened except Sunday morning, there were homeless family of four on the floor, leaning their head against each other's shoulder.  It was almost a piece of art and people couldn't resist giving them money.  They were as still as they could be and didn't move until police officer came to tell them to leave. 

     Pigeons were companions of those who wanted to be a part of this big city.  Smell of roasted nuts, knish and pretzel, too.

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God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference
---The serenity prayer

Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us---Roman5: 1-5
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