Of all the mornings.

We all come to New York because we want to get somewhere. No matter where we’ve come from or where we’ve been before, none of it matters. Because. It’s here on the surface of this town that we know (hope, pray, wish, dream, pray some more), we’ll get to where we’re meant to be. But. What’s so funny, (and sometimes you have no choice but to laugh) is, that at the exact moment you find yourself in a rush to get to what could be, The Next Big Thing of your... LIFE, (and maybe it’s LIFE, not just New York), the exact moment you’ve got that somewhere there right in your sights, is, (undoubtedly) the exact moment you find yourself stuck underground on the downtown 1 local train for 40 minutes, and miss it (poof!) entirely.