Holiday

You learn new things about the neighborhood: the East Village is as empty as the West come holiday weekends. You walk down Second Avenue, quieter than it ever has been since you arrived, and you remember again how you love the feeling of being alone in the city, having it all to yourself like a jealous girlfriend and savoring every moment in its gaze.

There's something to be said for being happy to your very core. You imagine it's unreasonable to expect it every damn day. 

But New York makes it pretty hard to believe it.