A bus drives by, going the same way I'm walking up Seventh Avenue, and then a car, then another, engines growling, wheels hissing on the wet asphalt. A couple walks past me in the opposite direction, chatting quietly, then somebody yells something unintelligible on the other side of the street, and then there's a moment of quiet, and the whine of silence in my ears grows deafening.
I imagine the city at night the way it was 150 years ago: a few empty streets, the hushed houses, the sound of wind through the trees. And above it all, a soundless sky, a yellow moon rising slowly in the darkness, and us down here below, very small, listening.
One year ago today: Things Between Us
Two years ago today: Hashtag Yes All Wineglasses
Three years ago today: She'll Be Glad to Know
Nine years ago today: 1-15-08 The Sutra of Lowered Expectations