Why is it that New York City is so excruciatingly beautiful whenever I'm packing to leave?  

The sky today is that 9/11 terrorist blue, perhaps the most specific color of my lifetime.

And why does that last Tasti-D-Lite before the schlep to Penn Station, taste so much better than any of the other thousands I've had before?  This morning I had a large custom Peanut Butter with a Milky Weigh(yes, weigh not way) floater and devoured it as though it was my last meal on earth.  

It's true that the only way to live in NYC is to go away often, but I wish I could do it without leaving the Upper West Side.