Autumn morning in Bay Ridge

I am kind of lost in finding happiness.

When I could feel happy back in the last autumn in New York;

That was a beautiful Saturday morning in November.

When I saw the fallen leaves and shining sun created a perfect rhythm in a courtyard at his apartment in Bay Ridge.

The living room was very quiet. The rest of a wine bottle and some messy on a modern kitchen table and stools left the memory of a bit craziness of the last night. 

The only I could hear was the sound of a fan from his room. 

I barely sensed his existence through the sound.  

I wanted to keep watching the fallen leaves and feel the satisfaction that I woke up at his apartment and still was there with him. Even though we were sleeping in separate rooms.

It is 9:15am.

what if I am here until he wake up? Maybe it will be before noon.

Will he be annoyed by my stay or at least say good morning to me? I know I expect to spend more time with him on a weekend morning. 

But I know it could not happen.

I stood up from a couch where I was sleeping at the night and wore my boots and coat.

It takes 6 seconds to get to the door and leave the house.

I became conscious of his sleeping in his room as much as I could when I went through the front of his room.

Still heard the sound of the fan.

Ready...?

I opened the first door and shut it carefully not to make a sound.

And opened the outside door.

There was a bright perfect sunny sky in November. 

 I inhaled clear air and started to walk on a street of Brooklyn with full of confidence.