I am in New York right now as I type this.
I had delicious Indian food tonight. It was hot and spicy and smelled amazing.
As I ate the aromatic food, a police officer rode past the window of the restaurant on a giant white horse. He was riding on the sidewalk because there were too many garbage bags piled in the street for him to ride there. Just past the bags was a stream of steam emanating from a sewer grate and on the far side of the street past the sewer grate was a coffee shop filled with people.
This is a new memory I will now have every time I smell chicken curry and garlic naan.
Thank you for reading.