Outside I could hear a spring robin, a melancholy sound more searching than song to me.
~ Jessica Francis Kane, Rules for Visiting
Photo: Robin singing
Walking Cross-Town. In Vogue.
April 18, 2015 by 24 Comments
Dawn breaks. The air is heavy for April. I peek into my bag, and I’m reassured by the pocket umbrella. It’s the second train of the morning. 55 minutes, 2 stops. Destination: Grand Central Station. But for the clack of steel on steel, the train is silent.
We arrive at Grand Central. The masses, bees awakened and agitated, pour out of the hive and race for the exits.
A count of the passersby between Madison and Fifth: it’s 6 of 9, 7 of 10 if you include me. The count is Secluded. Sequestered. White cords are draped from ear lobes to pockets, strapped to the Source, private and away. One smiling. One solemn. One harried, a Working Mom? One at peace. One head bobs with lips’ syncing. And the narrator, Madonna in Strike a Pose.
When all else fails and you long to be
Something better than you are today
I know a place where you can get away
“You long to be Something better than you are today.”
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