Last night I took a slightly different route home.  I walked up Seventh Ave with my co worker Liz.  Liz thinks everyone is fashionable on Seventh Ave since that is the Garment district.  You know, where the schmatta is made.  I didn’t notice any fashionableness but I did perceive how overwhelmingly crowded it was.  Yet at the same time I was so distracted by my monologue to Liz, it really didn’t faze me.  It was cold and I had a lot of thoughts on my mind.  I enjoy walking in the cold though and how it makes everything seem clearer, brighter, realer, even my own thoughts.