reasons to love new york, no. 8

Every once in a while when I get on the subway, I walk into a car where the air feels cool and crisp, and somehow smells the way the way subway rides used to smell back in 2006, during the summer I spent living in Union Square and interning at a magazine. For that short trip, I breathe in deeply and remember what it felt like when there were so many reasons to love New York that there wasn't any point in listing them, and certainly not time enough to blog about them.


cheers,
elizabeth