end of january, new york city light on the plaza. meanwhile, i'm downtown . . .
at the mercer hotel. where everything seems so much more . . . right.
maybe it's finding connie and kira waiting for you every morning to take you to the edit house.
maybe it's the violet leather chairs?
or sara in the afternoon?
i think i just kept smiling because for one whole week,
"home" was so chic and so perfectly serene.
all it needed was a pair of pit bulls,
and a tim under the magical chandelier. . .