Friday, October 30, 2020 - Postcards from New York: West Thirty-fifth Street.

Caught Midtown at dusk. Was walking along West 35th Street when I looked south and saw this sea of green, “Car 60.” The Midtown Manhattan crowds are long gone; though there’s something different that’s taken their place: waves of life. Every few moments one or two people, or a group of people will walk by; just enough life to show that it’s still a reasonable thing to do: to live in New York, to work in Manhattan. A few of the people who passed by were on their cell phone, business calls; snippets of conversations: e-mails to be sent on Monday; plans for when to show an apartment over the weekend; reflections on presentations given earlier this week: hit or miss? Yay or nay? Sources say a long and dark winter awaits. Sunday’s a twenty-five hour day. On account of the cold, it’s growing less reasonable to sit down and have a meal outside. Even so, I’m settling in; adjusting, and growing more comfortable with this new pace of life.

A previous version of this postcard mistakenly referenced Sunday, November 1, 2020 as a twenty-three hour day, rather than its actual duration: twenty-five hours. I mixed up Daylight Saving Times’ ending and beginning. As of this writing, I’m quite glad to have that hour back from this spring.