My mother has been posting a lot recently about the coming fall season and all the different things it means to her.  When I read it, I think - “gee, I remember all those things”, but I so rarely experience them these days.  I think it’s the city that does it - it wards off the seasons and maintains a constant of tall buildings and concrete sidewalks.  Fall may come, but there are no trees to indicate the changing of the seasons.  Sure there’s a little nip in the air, but you just return to your apartment and look out at the city and it is still the same.  Winter comes along and it may snow.  But the next day, the streets are plowed and it’s the same city it was.  Sure it may be bitter as all heck, but you just return to your apartment and look out at the city and it is still the same.

The city seems to take the year and flatten it out - the weather may change, the temperature may drop but the city remains steadfast in its steel and glass structures.  And whenever I return to my apartment, it is the same - part of one of those structures that shields the elements and resists change.

And that’s it for my “Deep Thoughts” of the day - back to work!