Another night on the fire escape in the Lower East Side. Another sunrise walking home. This time, the streets so empty. A few random cabs roaming aimlessly, quietly, softly, as the sky turned blue. The City that supposedly never sleeps, so quiet, resting. Being cleaned up, all the debris from the messy Saturday night swept under the rug. The landfill building more prime real estate and did you know Nicole Kidman looked at an apartment in that very building. Ears that have gotten used to endless noise suddenly aware of the quiet calm, reverent. With a play date in six hours but who knows how that'll go. Kinship sparks and the torch is carried carefully home to the sleeping street.
If you ask me what my favorite part of any given day is, it will always be this. When I am stumbling home at dawn, along quiet city streets. I breathe the city, uninterrupted, and it is mine. I couldn't be happier, than at this one brief moment, all mine.
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