It’s that time when the sun shines brightly and penetrates every dark corner of New York City and the breeze flows lazily like the breezes that I remember in Hawaii.
Women wearing long dresses, short dresses, short shorts, cargo pants, jeans and whatever else with their trusty scarves and zip-ups. These are the kisses of fall as the months creep closer to autumn. I love these times in the city, I feel like I am in a black and white film all the noises fade out and I am walking in slow motion. Men and women alike changing wardrobes with the season, stylish and sophisticated, sexy and not too revealing. Just right.
I walked by the Lincoln Center the other day and was simply captivated by the people rushing to their shows and the others walking to restaurants weaving through the throng of people simply loitering. My mind takes snaps to store away in my mind as I am again taken to certain movies where New York is pictured in the 40s women holding firmly onto their feathered hats while gripping the arms of their partners.
Everyday in New York is truly amazing, even at the library, I was observing the people coming in to browse and spend their time, and I noticed the mixture of individuals. A homeless man walking into the library glancing at the novels and then picking out a book sits at a corner table to read. No rush, no pressure.
I am bombarded by a group of young kids trying to squeeze their way ahead of me up the stairs to God knows what but still the feeling is the same. We are all happy to be among this treasure trove of written words. No matter what the purpose for being there everyone enjoyed a book or two before heading back out into the streets. A sense of fulfillment indeed.
New York, oh what a magnificent city, a live movie playing with all of us as actors and actresses thrown into one script. Playing out our roles in the most subtle ways on an endless film reel.
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