Easy to Please

I like New York at this time of year; either the first signs of spring start to brighten up the avenues and attitudes you see each day, or the cold skies and air mirror the sharp grey lines of the city. A few nights ago I was walking across Manhattan - the air was clear and crisp, the lights glowed warmly; even the ear problems I've been having muffled the usual sounds of the city to a gentle hum. It was comfortable, like putting on an old, favoured hoody and curling up somewhere you feel is home.