After dropping off my (massively overdue) books at the library, I decide to take the long way down Flatbush to the drugstore.
My new contact lenses, combined with the crisp fall air, make everything sharp and lovely, and I'm happy despite the fact that the reason I'm going to the drugstore is to pick up my first pair of reading glasses that I apparently need now.
We're at the end of the Jewish holiday of Sukkot, and a large group of young Jewish men are walking the same direction I'm going, about as boisterous as any group of twenty or so young men would be.
One begins to sing in Hebrew, the entire group joins in, and their joyful song carries me down the street, buoyed into the sunset.
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One year ago: Fake Out
Two years ago: A Long Day
Four years ago: Two Men, One Skirt, and One Pair of Underwear
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