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Prosies

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"That New York exists is a miracle, and for its citizens, the city offers as good a shot at transcendence as any forest or cathedral. The awareness of being part of something more sublime—this crumbling, singing city, and all our lives crumbling and singing too—somehow walking the island’s body before people are on the streets makes the chance to have that feeling much greater. It’s a fleeting moment, only two seconds long, but it’s there.

—Rosecrans Baldwin, My Kind of Town, a chronicle of a hike from the bottom to the top of the island of Manhattan.

Crumbling and singing. I once had amnitions of living in New York City. Made the long commute to a number of interviews—some of them with big-name companies—but nothing ever came of it. I ended up in Boston instead, which has its own brand of crumbling, singing neighborhoods.

Crumbling and singing. That's what I feel like today. Well, mostly crumbling. Something about the combination of the dark and the cold just sends me right into hibernation mode. Actually, the pale winter light seems to have that effect on me as well. And overheated rooms.

Some days, I fight this hibernation tendency better than others. There's a women's circle meeting tonight that I'd really like to attend—they open their doors to new members only once a year—but my body is telling me to just ditch everything, go home, and burrow under the covers until next May. We'll have to see who wins.