It was an incredibly warm December. High winds and storms had delayed my meeting, so I spent the afternoon with my camera, searching the streets for the perfect photos.
Lunch had been a bit of french food, served on my backpack while sitting on the outcropping on the south end of central park. I’d only just finished dinner, falafel from a stand on the street, when I looked up. I could see the Top of the Rock up there, with blue light streaming up the building.
The perfect photo.