Another early morning in the Greatest Place on Earth. Another picture to add to the dozens that I already have stored. How can you ever get tired of it? There's always a new color, pattern or effect when you think you've seen em all.

There's something about this time of morning that comforts my lonely commute. Today was unusually still. The people outside were at somewhat of a slower pace. They were almost still. My eyes didn't have to dart all over the place. My focus was so unfocused. Silence had completely consumed me. I could hear myself think. I could see my reflections in the storefront and lobby glass. My footsteps rang for blocks at a time.

If there was ever a moment of unsure certainty, this was it. Everything made all of the sense and no sense at the same time. Things that I'd been trying not to think about made their way to my mind. Things that I had tried to forget were nowhere to be found.

I was at my very own dynamic equilibrium.

Oh, how I love NYC.