These days, I half-dream of it right before I fall asleep. Air. Fresh, windy, open. I have spurts during the week when my lungs pine for oxygen. I dream of opening the door into the green air, and sitting on the porch of my parents’ house. But, then, a day later, I walk outside and breeze is there. Yesterday was one of those "don't you just love living in New York?" days. It made me want to run errands and buy pumpkins, so I did. More in a sec. Today I’m back to the good old days of instants of …
