New York,

On nights when jazz wafts out of one apartment, up the street, and in through my bedroom window you make me feel like I’m living in a movie. I like that about you.

PS: On those nights I feel like I’m 23 again (in the best of ways) and forget that you have lots of ugly new buildings and chain stores. On those nights I may even forgive that some of your neighborhoods are now barely recognizable (in not quite the best of ways.)