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Sunrise, sunrise

While I wasn't a fan of Norah Jones' first album, I enjoyed her second. It filled a void I had between the O Sister Where Art Thou soundtrack and Nanci Griffith's Other Voices, Other Rooms.

Back then, I used to buy pints of green tea ice cream from Sunrise Mart, a Japanese grocery store on Astor Place. It took me a while to find it; it's on the second floor, and the entrance is a nondescript elevator bank. I'd go when I had dinner plans in the area, though during the summer when I most wanted ice cream, I was afraid to buy it for fear of it melting on the way home.

A year or two ago Sunrise Mart announced they were opening a branch around the corner from me. After it opened, I was going almost every day. If it wasn't for a bento box, it was for something else—a snack, a drink, just to look around. I stopped going after a while; I'm not sure why. And then I began to forget about it.

Lately I find myself returning after work to see what bento boxes remain, occasionally taking one home for dinner; it's on the way.