When I first moved to New York, I walked past a small elementary school every day on my way to work, right around the time parents were dropping off their kids - nudging them out of taxis, holding their hands up the stairs of the subway, walking over from around the corner. For me, newly arrived in the city and waiting for my You’ve Got Mail, bouquet of sharpened pencils moment, it was picture perfect. If there’s one thing I miss about commuting, aside from the clean demarcation of your work day, it’s getting to see school day mornings so different from my own and yet in some ways very much the same.