I stood outside, tossing tortillas at  blackbirds. Throwing them like  Frisbees. Round circles rotated in the air before crashing onto the concrete of Washington Square.

A bottle of wine beside me. Some kind of cheap red. I’d drink and toss a tortilla, then take another swig and toss the tortilla again. There was a rhythm to my madness.

Peace Piece by Bill Evans played in my head. Perfect for autumn. The tranquility of it all. No money. A few cigarettes. Red wine and small discs to be thrown. A simple New York day. Peace indeed.

I watched as couples kissed under the arch. Holding hands on benches. Arms around each other. Unfair? No. Life gives us different rewards. Even if it’s for one afternoon in autumn.

The older I get, the more I appreciate September.