Thursday, September 27, 2007

Why Manhattan Mornings Can Be Great

As I'm pouring my second cup of coffee this morning I hear a "clip, clop, clippity, clop" sound from my kitchen window, and look up to see one of New York City's finest (read: cop) in a fine cantor on a horse making their way down the block.

And then he was gone, a car honked trying to pass a taxi that had stopped in the middle of the street to pick up a fare, and the city went back to its soot and gray, although with a tiny bit of glitter winking in its corner.

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