Or how to change your bad mood by celebrating the creativity of your fellow NYC travelers.
It was that type of morning.
The meditation, coffee and two-three mile run wasn’t working.
The existential dread of work, life, city, was still there.
Until.
Crossing the street in a sea of black town cars ferrying the fancy from the east side to the west side, and vice versa, there in his #pedicab splendor, is Moussa, from #Senegal.
The morning dread evaporates as we laugh with each other.