I wrote a short Wanderthief about my experience of the weird turn to winter in this town. I’ll be leaving NYC soon, spending most of the rest of 2018 on the West Coast and abroad, and I’ve got a lot of feelings about it. Feelings? Concerns, questions, nerves. Anxieties. There’s some sun in there too, I promise. Things have been looking a little dark lately and I only know how to be honest about it, but what’s that saying? The darkest hour is just before… that old chestnut.
Thank you, as always, for reading.