IT'S A WEEKEND AND THE RAIN'S JUST STARTED TO POUR HEAVILY, pounding the glass windows with rather unexpected force. The strong winds, icy and tingling on your skin, managed to close the door at the kitchen with a bang. You cocooned yourself inside your room, enveloped by your favorite cardigan with a warm mug of coffee (or tea) at hand enjoying the last few chapters of a Colleen Hoover . As soon as you closed the book, you held the covers tracing its contours–your heartbeat on the High Line. You try to remember how to breathe, collec…