Surprises, as long as they’re happy ones, are always fun to come across. No guarantees can be given about a weekly or even monthly occurrence, but they do see to arrive in bunches.

I happened to come across the blog written exactly one year ago today, which was also - obviously! - a last-second effort to produce something before the monthly deadline was over.

Sometimes it’s hard to see where you’re going. Many times this is literally true. After working a 14-hour shift this past Sunday, the local train dropped me off at 86th Street, and as soon as I turned the Amsterdam corner to head towards my apartment on W87th a prolonged gust of wind threw what seemed like unceasing pellets of snow against my face, forcing my eyes shut