One chilly evening, I peeked out the window to see tiny, white snowflakes, gently falling to the ground. That particular weekend felt chaotic to me, with no sense of slowing down anytime soon. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in projects. I’ll admit that there are days when I have a love/hate relationship with the city. There are moments when it’s loud and crazy, with honking horns and stories that you can’t quite make up. Then there are those sunny Sundays in the fall. The air is crisp, and the leaves burst with color. The city is quiet, and I remember why I fell in love with New York City.
