wine and cheese at home, with the sort of conversation that kept us up til the wee hours when we were first dating. a morning wander through the union square market, admiring september's bright bounty. coffee at abraco, because we'll always go out of our way for a coffeeshop. a fried chicken sandwich at fuku, cut in half to share and worth every word of hype. cones at davey's—cookies and cream for him, speculoos for me, mint chip for the both of us. cocktails at the wayland, because i've been talking about it for ages and somehow we still hadn't made our way to alphabet city. putt putt on pier 25 when it was only a breath away from raining. a pretty view of one world trade all aglitter on this most poignant of new york weekends.
home things, too—laundry and dishes, unpacking and bedmaking, punctuated by coffee cups and the lazy spill of morning. together we scrambled eggs and made buttery pancakes. our best yet, we said. it was just a little moment but then the big things are only made of them.