It feels like a dream, when i'm walking up the Bowery and see the skyline of New York. It is reachable. Right there, i can feel it, peering back and sneering, like a riled up steer.

I always dreamed it like this. A flock of the people, i always dreamed of. We scurry around the gridded streets, talking about everything and nothing. Comfortable and close, but a lingering amount left to discover. Funny silences, and situations, like an over cast sky, as the beginning of spring runs its fingers through our hair.