Back in January, I knew my visit to NYC was going to be the last one for awhile. Yet I wasn't too insistent on doing much. Maybe it was the cold, dreary winter that put a damper on my spirit. My last memory of New York is so gray. Even though I spent a brief, brighter day there in May, frozen New York City lasted a bit longer in my mind.
Gray, blurry and cold. Hours spent sitting at my favorite cafe in East Village. The long, brisk walk to the Met. The first time I took New York slow.