Sense and the City

The streetlights cast their dim glow on the textured ground below, vibrations evident in the ripples of water on the surface, dancing to the beat of oncoming traffic. The sound of footsteps and chatter fade in and out, as I stand idly, taking it all in. Listening intently, I hear the music of my city: the comforting sound that has become like a heartbeat to a child in the womb. Each car screeching is a new thump...each door opening adds percussion...each footstep is a metronome to keep the city's heartbeat in check. Before you know it, we're all part of this grand orchestra...each conducting our own concerto that feeds into the grand suite of New York City. It knows my tears, my woes, my heartbreaks, yes...but it also holds my laughter, my love, my wonder and my inspiration. New York City holds far more precious cargo than what anyone can imagine. It is my home, my provider, and my muse. With each glance around, new blood courses through my veins, revitalizing me, and the soundtrack of my life, New York City.