The New York Times

This morning I woke up to not one but two papers on my porch.  A few weeks ago I subscribed to the Sunday New York Times.  I know that people say that print is dying, but there is nothing so tactile, so tangible as touching the paper.  Smelling the newsprint, getting ink on my fingers...real news.  Perhaps it speaks to my nerdiness that I am so enthused to get the New York Times but I feel like I am actually touching history.  On a Sunny Sunday morning when it seems like the outside world has gone mad - news of Syria's poison gas attack on the TV- there is still a simple moment - a time to take a breath, smell the paper, touch history and connect with the world outside my window.