I was running in Central Park today (it is cold running season again) and I heard this strange honking sound. I looked up and it was a flock of geese flying and yelling at each other about someone messing up their perfect V formation (I imagine). Naturally, I thought of that moment in The Catcher in the Rye when Holden asks what happens to the ducks when the pond freezes over. Of course, then I got sad because thinking about Holden always makes me a bit sad. And then I thought about how strange it is to live in New York. And then my sock fell down into my shoe and I got annoyed. Naturally.