Frazzling.  Train after train, rush hour commuting, people's foot steps, I want, I want, I want.  Shoving my cello on the right train, the wrong train, the wrong train, the wrong train, the right train.  Frazzling.

After teaching I walked to Riverside Park for the sunset.  It was underwhelming, consumed by New Jersey before the colors could come through.  But the bare trees were brilliant, dark cut against the sky.  Airplanes and helicopters and the Henry Hudson Parkway, people and dogs running, and a very still rock outcrop in the middle of it all.