So here we are: Brooklyn, NY (in a section some savvy real estate agents have dubbed "Bococa")-- brunch at Harvest; afternoon naps; conversation; and a night still unfolding. Happily, lazily enjoying the day...

It feels good to walk the streets of this neighborhood, with its funky little shops and hipster spots. The highlight of the post-brunch walk was standing in a corner deli that hangs cheese and sausage from the ceiling. (We bought some spicy Soppresato).

I feel wonderfully un-responsible, un-rushed and un-scheduled. The moment is all. The moment is enough.