Once in Brooklyn as I was leaving the apartment building of a man I didn't love very much a small older man in a snappy long coat walked out onto the sidewalk with me. It was December and cold but not freezing and the air was high, kind of ionized and gusty and it took both of our breaths away.
He smiled at me and sort of roared. "This" he said buttoning his gorgeous coat, "is a day for tigers".
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