I stood on that New York City subway platform while the New York City wind lashed at my face. I left that New York City moment and found my New York City space.

Surrounded by people, I had a moment of my own. Acoustic sounds filled my ears; catered to my mood.  Snippets, snap shots, the brief, brief, briefest of moments.  Happiness.  Lightness.  Consolidation.

I knew it wouldn’t linger, I knew it wouldn’t last.

I stood on that New York City platform, I stood in that New York City space.  I took a New York City breath, and in a New York City second, the sweetness of that moment; it had passed.