Taken on a fall day as I was speaking to a dear friend in my office, on the 59th floor, talking into an actual, coiled-curled phone plugged into, well, other wires. Phone sound was stable. The creaky windows were certainly not. Wind and rainy made me feel as if I were passing through midtown on a boat. Romantic, actually.
A Rule to Consider, as I plot my next work adventure:
I Can Only Work Well in Iconic Buildings