Tue, Jan 19, 2021
It's a downer, both in rain and in mood, one night in NYC. As a woman admonishes herself for crying in public something catches her eye. A brightly lit store houses large - is it sculptures, tombs, kitchen counters? Dumbfounded by what she sees she retraces her steps to gander through every store window. Does she find out what the store sells? Of course. Does she find a way to lift her spirits? By the grace of NYC magic, absolutely.
