on November 20th, 2007 04:07 am:

New York is extraordinary. New York is autumn air and winter coats, men escort their mothers across avenues while other men drive taxis and talk to their wives with bluetooth telephones, restaurant doors open and bouquet the chilled area with good foods, babies bundled in all sorts of unnecessary layers wobble about like penguins on wet leaves across central park's paths, jolly red cheeked tourists with christmas tree arms decorated with shopping bags like branches holding bulbs, and each business and salesman glow spectacular. Everything smells clean and genial. I love anything good and everyone giving, and maybe it's the smell of hot chocolate on my nose or apple cider over my lip, but it seems like all things are redolent of goodness, good favour, good taste, good humour. I love New York.