Union Square comes to a screeching halt - like a fixie braking.
People blur away like pouring water over a Matisse. The menagerie melts. Sun hangs low.
Rain drops get louder and heavier. They pelt the skin of the yellow steel animal I’m trapped within, a moment only Jonah could’ve imagined inside the whale.
Then sounds fade away. Sirens of the road (and the sidewalks) pause, waiting with bated breath. Traffic lights blink forgetfully like the first drop of water in a baby’s eyes during its first bath; it’s not sure what quite to do.
Moon hangs in abeyance unwilling to awake almost like an old man getting up from an afternoon of rocking away in his chair.
Then it all breaks away like dropping a million plates on a concrete floor. The traffic moves and the beads of sweat rush all at once blinding my eyes at the swift acceleration of the cab… There in that moment frozen in time is a real estate of time that is more expensive than space…
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."