This week, New York caught me by the hood of my winter coat that I still had to wear, with many layers underneath, this late in the season. It's kapha time, as those in yogic and auyervedic circles express, and all that means is I'm moving forward, yet tugged back, experiencing the sensation that time…
Mornings
There's something to be said for rising early, for being among the first on the train, a touch bleary-eyed, coffee still warm from the French press from which it was just poured. The light of the subway car is harsh and apt to make anyone look unflattering before the light has time to break across…
Time's Thievish Progress 