A Dancer, An Empty Opera House, Home

The world is a big, wide, scary, mysterious, and beautiful place. As the seasons shift in New York City—green leaves turning to gold; bare arms progressively sheathed in wool; and toes, ankles, and calves hidden inch-by-inch from view—our thoughts turn to dark and eerie evenings, dripping candles, and somewhat sultry romance. It’s a time when…