The color is coming back.

Since having my bike stolen, I've been ranting about theft and how disrespectful humans are in my neighborhood. Truth be told, my neighbors have all been great.They have shared their own stories of crimes against them and also reassured that they would keep their eye out for my bicycle.
I haven't felt like publishing anything painting this picture of New Orleans, let alone the Irish Channel as intriguing or precious. Especially when I turned every corner with suspision and hatred, seeing bad things in everyone and everything.

Today I started out with my walk in this very mindset and was slowly reversed by the colors of the neighborhood. Amidst these random bad experiences, there are still people that care. People that support. People that make it worthwhile.