|Isa at the New York Historical Society Museum|
...and find our places of stillness...
|The girls at the Scholastic Store in SoHo|
...and then there are the moments of breathtaking beauty....
|Grand Central Station at night|
I will never get tired of New York's eccentrics. It's hard to see in the photo, but this man is wearing a hat with a very tall feather. The feather is at least three, maybe four feet tall. I joined many others in staring at this hat, and watching in fascination as he walked obliviously underneath scaffolding and low-hanging trees. You have to do something really weird to get people to actually stop and stare at you in New York.
I'm ready to let it go for a while. To step out of the "hive" and go back to the home city I truly understand.
While I don't often connect with poetry, this poem, which I see posted all the time on subway trains, strikes a chord. To me, it captures the beauty and madness of New York perfectly.