Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Unsociable...in the rain.

There's nothing like standing alone under a cold, misty drizzle in Madison Square Park, quiet after work hours and lit with strings of golden Christmas lights, with the silver glow of the Empire State spire rising above the winter-stripped trees to your right, and the fashionably old-fashioned Flatiron diverting 5th Avenue and Broadway traffic to your left, while you bite into a freshly grilled Shake Shack cheeseburger whose grease warms your bare fingertips through its wax paper wrapping, the puffs of fog rising from your lips as you chew in indulgent isolation. And then you think: You will never get these pathetic ten minutes of your life back, so you might as well savor them and remember them well.

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