Babe, Slow Down...
Babe is You and Babe is Me
I wrote this on Sunday, the day of New York’s first big snow of the season.
It’s snowing in New York today, and the city is letting out one exalted, collective sigh. Something about the flakes, dancing earthward in adagio, reminds us that we can, in fact, live slowly. I’ve just come in from standing in the middle of an empty street, r…
