I love this city especially when i know that you all are in it. I drive over the bridge on my way home listening to Banshee Beat and I see the shrine mosque and the old mill towers and I think of how many people I love are living down there. The song changes. The bleeding heart opens. The breath of god which is held deep in my lungs is exhaled with a silent and sacred Ah. This night is shifting in my belly. What was contained is now released. The precipice no longer exists for me to fall over.