He mentioned how suddenly it had turned cold and windy, right on Park Avenue and 51st street.
It occurred to you that this was the New York you KNEW. Always either too cold, or maybe too hot. Just a few weeks ago you indulged in a diet coke like you were a sailor enjoying a beer.
He had a funny white knitted cap which made him look like a 6 ft tall 5 year old. And he had a grand smile.
You tried not to read into it, tried to take it for the joy both of you felt in the moment. Leave behind what you would learn later, all that he would tell you about the divorce, and the woman after. And how you were not in the plan.
That is how you know New York. Cold and beautiful. Shining lights, the aura and illusion of warmth and beauty, but the wind gets in everywhere.
Even your dreams.
It occurred to you that this was the New York you KNEW. Always either too cold, or maybe too hot. Just a few weeks ago you indulged in a diet coke like you were a sailor enjoying a beer.
He had a funny white knitted cap which made him look like a 6 ft tall 5 year old. And he had a grand smile.
You tried not to read into it, tried to take it for the joy both of you felt in the moment. Leave behind what you would learn later, all that he would tell you about the divorce, and the woman after. And how you were not in the plan.
That is how you know New York. Cold and beautiful. Shining lights, the aura and illusion of warmth and beauty, but the wind gets in everywhere.
Even your dreams.
