Winding down from a long day...

Part of me wanted to just take the subway to Penn Station after a long day at the Broadcast Center, which was made longer by the fact that I was out til 4am the night/morning before. When the Patriots-Broncos game refused to reach a reasonable/timely conclusion it was clear that I wasn't going to make my 8:14 train.
So I couldn't be faulted if I decided to forego my usual walk from the BC to Penn Station tonight. But once I left the building and got to breathe some "fresh" air, I sucked it up and made the walk. I guess the deal breaker(s) was the fact that it has been so shitty lately, with all the rain we've had, as well the fact that I genuinely do enjoy walking in the city.
What I'll usually do is walk east on 57th til I hit Broadway and then head south, taking me through the heart of Times Square and then eventually I'll hit Penn Station on 34th and 7th. I know that most people would want to avoid Times Square because of all the tourists, but to be honest I really don't mind (most of the time) weaving my way through all of the humanity. The only time I'll avoid the area is around the holidays, which I'd like to point out is alarmingly right around the corner.
So like I was saying, part of me just loves the area because there is always something going on there and no matter how many times I go through there, Times Square always seems new to me. Visually I always seem to find something that either provokes a memory, reminds me of something I've been meaning to do, and more often than not a certain amount of inspiration.
Whether it be a new neon sign that I hadn't noticed before, seeing a pack of tourists stopping to talk pictures or sometimes, when I'm really lucky, I'll come across an attractive model/actress that manages to blend in amidst everything that's going on around the Crossroads of the World. I just soak it all in, provided that I'm not in a rush to catch my train or if it's real shitty outside.
The final reason why I try to walk to Penn Station is that by the time I get there and if I timed it right, I'll hit the escalators that descend down into the Long Island Railroad terminal just in time to hear them announce what track my train will be departing from. At which point once I claim my seat, preferably in the middle of the car, I'll be ready for the much needed power nap that I will enjoy until I arrive back home a little over an hour later.