Time away always ends far too soon and getting back into your life again is weird. But sometimes the traveling life has one more bit of poetry that fills your heart to overflowing. Walking back from my afternoon luncheon I was passing Magnolia the yuppie version of Mommy's Ye Olde Fashioned Cupcake Shoppe where they make the kind of cupcakes that your Mom NEVER baked. Yuppies fornicate at places like this - like ameoba in a petri dish - avarice is a Sunday afternoon past time in New York. This new generation of privileged, souless winks can wait in a line for 45 minutes to satisfy their jones for a bland cupcake slathered with a pound of sugary buttercream pastel tinted frosting. Walking past this mess of damaged creeps I thought how great if... and sure enough right in front of me was a little girl with a TV tray, handmade sign and huge sweet soul selling still-warm-from-the-oven chocolate chip cookies - 2 for a buck - right across the street from this mass of shrink wrapped humanity. Bought four and gave her an extra buck for a tip! Walking home savoring the warm cookies and this lovely unnoticed moment of artistic perfection - it occurred to me again - the absolute stunning greatness of a moment of purity - smart, subversive and sweet! Hey something like this might mean nothing to you, but to me it was pure god-like perfection and the cookies were great too! Goya would have painted this.