1. The bongo drummer on the subway platform at Times Square.  The song is pleasantly repetitive;  less a song, really, than a simple, soothing rhythm.
2. The single snowflake if a feather that floated the past the window while I was talking to Amy about Stuart C. and the “incidents” all those years ago.
3. Amy Z., who has been my therapist for an embarrassing 20 years now.
4. Elevators.  Though I wish we still had elevator operators.
5. My fatigue after a heavy work day.

Many thanks,

Me