Grocery shopping via bike is one of my favorite small pleasures. It’s hard to buy more than you need, and being able to burn calories on the trip allows a little extra indulgence when it comes to the actual shopping. Win-win.
(Fairway Harlem, Manhattan)
Ted Hughes’ Birthday Letters is magnificent, but hard to read on the train. I picked it up for the first time in years this morning and wept on the 3 train. Missed my stop too.
Lest you think this display of emotion happens rarely, just yesterday I cried laughing on the 2 train. I was watching THE FOOT FIST WAY on my iPad. I think spit may have flown out my mouth and onto someone sitting nearby. Hopefully on clothing, not mouth. Sorry, ma’am.
My utter lack of “street face” is a bit embarrassing, but this kind of escapism sure beats getting annoyed by fellow passengers on a crowded train. Transcendence on the daily commute is not easy to come by.
Shot this from inside a bank. I love these fruit carts even though I gotta admit I never buy from them.
I wish the reflection weren’t in the photo, but I’ll rationalize that it adds to the moment somehow.
(48 St & Madison Av, Manhattan)