It is easy to be attentive alone on the beach, with a journal, a pen, and an old black & white book on the history of Long Island in hand.
While racing, pushing, rushing through the streets of New York City, it is harder. Before our schedule returns to early mornings, hectic afternoons, while the days still feel long and somewhat shapeless, I am trying to soak up all the chances to be attentive, to take note of the infinite opportunities the city offers to pause and admire the view, no matter how big or small.
Here, for example, in Chinatown, on Grand Street, Di Palo’s Fine Foods.
All the reasons to love life in the city are here, but after a stay away, by the quiet of the lake, it can feel like a treasure hunt, full of obstacles, to try to find them.