Tuesday, November 23, 2010

the emerald city

my glittering home. i am homesick for the blue dusk punctuated by red stop lights. the tunnels of avenues. floating from one neighborhood to another. the long walking. the met. the upper eastside. the excellence. the bite of frost. and atlas at rockefeller center. he's always there. ever straining, and golden.

1 comment:

  1. I feel for you, I now homesickness too! At least you can visit a bit easier, right? But perhaps not often enough anyway!