My favorite part about going food shopping is the ride back from Milford — on a fair weather late summer evening. I-95 with no traffic so the ride is smooth. Windows down to blow my hair around. We have to turn the stereo up up up so we can even hear bits and pieces of what is playing on the radio. That is my favorite part. Coming into New Haven while the sun is setting. Long Wharf looks lazy. And the city’s skyline, imperfect but somehow welcoming. Calm down from the ride and come off the exit. There are a lot of people walking around, some are on bikes. Everyone looks calm, but not as calm as me. My sister will park the car and I have to sit there for a moment before I start moving again.