October 12, 2012

Evenings at home.

We're still unpacking, the bikes have no home, we don't have a dresser and hang our clothes on various doorknobs, and there are a million changes I'd like to make to our apartment. But after many months of nomadism, it's still a glorious place to be at any hour of the day, most especially as we watch the sun set and the boats cruise by over the East River and the light winnows down and casts a shape show against the western wall.