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November 17, 2002
Good morning...

It rained all day and all night in New York. It was a storm strong enough to wash down the leaves from trees on the other side of the Hudson. What used to be patches of autumn colors is now a wintery brown black. The city outside the window is drenched. It looks like a wet, dark, concrete sponge. The sky is gray and still moving at a fast pace. Pigeons ride on the air-streams at mind boggling speeds. There is water everywhere and the tires of cars on wet asphalt sound like waves hitting cliffs in the distance. Cabs zip around like nervous yellow fruit. The air conditioner on the roof of Chase across Broadway is busy making clouds. A Pharmacy window decorated with a statue of Santa glowed all through the night. As did the McDonald’s neon sign which without fail eats the neon fries, drinks the neon shake and devours the neon burger in three bites. Not only does New York never sleep. It never stops.
Good morning.


'nervous yellow fruit'... wonderful :)

Posted by: shauny on November 17, 2002 04:39 PM

This past weekend in NYC is what the word "dreary" was invented for.

Posted by: Todd on November 18, 2002 12:37 PM
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