The air outside is like a fresh cold leaf of iceberg lettuce pulled out of a refrigerator.
Could I break it now?
Would there be droplets of cold water all over the room?

Good thing I left the window open. Maybe the cold autumn air will convince my lazy brain that it is time to store nuts for the winter and to come up with something more than this frustrating "I am so tired, what time is it?" mantra...

The idling truck outside and the passing cabs and squeaky breaks of busses are reminding me that I am back home, back in New York...
It is autumn, my favorite time of year...

I will now walk out and take a walk on the dark streets of New York... (Or maybe just across the street to that Police man's favorite Dunkin' Donut shop.)

A subway train is now entering the 96th street station...