Ludlowland

It's not the quaint coffee shop down the block, she scoffs, it's that I step out into this city and it makes me happy. 

All day I made jokes with the waiters, smiled at strangers and tried to breathe through the ravages of the season's first illness. New York was cold, but sunny and quiet, it reminded you we are all still subject to the turning of the earth on its axel. The idea of defending the city against some potential lover in summery California seemed ludicrous, perhaps, because why bother selling the city to anyone who didn't want it, but you were grateful she was willing. You think you could bottle this day and it would sell itself. 

But you'd buy all the reserves,

if you could.