Oh, Nico, work that melancholy drawl and talk to me some more about leaving in the fairest of the seasons. Lately, it has been cool and beautiful, and eggplants and bell peppers arrived at the market today, and all I can think about is how much I miss home.

(So enough already with the bombastic declarations. I’m still shopping at the Columbia market, and it’s because I’ve really come to love those people. And the carrots weren’t that good, anyway. Don’t worry, I’m making a list.)

But back to some oh-so-generously fitting music: songs that have been on my mind, lately:

New York, I love you, but you’re bringing me down by LCD Soundsystem (watch the video. It is amazing).

I’m Coming Home by The Almighty Defenders

The latter I just happened to hear looking at this. Avenue B is a street my dad lived on, once. It was an awesome, old apartment across from a church yard, on a street lined with trees and rosemary bushes and within walking distance of Quack’s Bakery, of the salty oat cookies.

The in-the-moment perfection of this series of photographs —music not included— should be accredited to a newly discovered blog, one with a seemingly endless supply of just such perfect moments (many of them, recently, New York and New-York-market centric) captured by a generous eye: Threading in the Choirs. Go, peruse, feel any of the day’s ugliness washed away.

There are people, things, places out there to love. And —let’s face the wonderful, sentimental truth of it— places to call home.

I know a place— the sun shines a whole lot, and most every sandwich has ripe avocado on it.