It’s been a long week. And sometimes the pace of New York City can outpace you. But then you get stuck in traffic and are forced to slow down and a moment like this happens. When suddenly this hard, fast city is just Central Park trees out the window on a perfect fall day. And my big girl curls up on me and she’s warm while the breeze through the window is cool and, just for a moment, a really potent moment, I cherish her head on my lap and, in the rare stillness, I am flooded with love.

Then, as if on cue, the horns start honking and the traffic jams and the Taxi TV starts up and it’s all very loud. But it’s also all ok.

Have a happy holiday weekend.

(Expect some traffic.)