Something special about this: I had intended to spend the afternoon shopping in Brooklyn. Two train stops into my ride to the store, I spontaneously decided to keep riding the train. And instead of what was, in my mind, a quick errand to buy some pillows turned into a renewal of a love for New York. Because walking through Central Park on an idyllic fall day makes you feel, and feeling so happy you could live here for a while, so happy you could cry, so happy you’re about to cry over the man under the bridge playing an acoustic rendition of Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf.”