Scent and Silence

4:30 AM The Harley Davidson parked on the street, under our bedroom window wakes us up. I get up early to have silence and privacy. As the day progresses so does the chatter and the noise. I am fiercely loyal to my love of silence. Without it I become a raging monster. But I also need the buzz and hum of city energy. I'd die in a rural setting. I was born in Manhattan and I carry that city with me. My passion for varied faces, foods and scents is ever present. The scent of cold vinyl yellow taxi cab seats, roasting chestnuts, pretzels on street corners and the scent of publishing-house elevators and subway tunnels.