It’s Tuesday in the city, and I rise early to meet colleagues and friends, and newfound family for a day of nurturing our craft.
Manhattan moves like a living thing. At times deceptively quiet, never fully asleep. The subway churns, dogs walk in the cool morning, vendors sleepily poke and prod their wares into readiness.
For now, it’s coffee and a small pastry from a non ironic bake shop, the L train, and the promise of good friends near to hand.