Nox
I paced near the windows of my office. The world beyond the glass continued to move. Small cars created ribbons of traffic, and tiny dots of all different colors walked along the sidewalks. The colors of the dots were created with jackets and coats, hats and gloves, possibly even scarves. While the early afternoon sun cast shadows on the ribbons and dots, it did little to warm the air. But this was New York. The residents were tough and would persevere. Despite the late October breeze blowing fiercely between the buildings, all of the dots moved forward, onward as if my world weren't on the brink of imploding.
I was from here, born in Brooklyn, raised in Rye. I was resilient, yet I didn't feel that way. Instead, I felt defeated. Why was I back in New York?
How could I face Charli
