Fresh off the bus that had taken me across the continent. It took me days to get here.
We're going uptown, **E between the 5th and Madison.
I got in the cab and leaned my head against the seat, and saw the town slip by, welcoming me, wrapping it's arms around me, engulfing me.
"Welcome back, have fun!"
"Why, thank you. I always do."
Central Park - we cross over. Windows open, I take in that something that is New York's afternoon, brilliant sunshine and distinct odour... Slightly discoloured leaves of the pre-Halloween day...
I want to keep driving, I think of darkness and life and how entirely different the city looks each time I visit. I think of money, I keep wishing it would strech. Further. Just so that we could keep on driving.
I close my eyes and enjoy each second of the ride, the traffic jams, policemen on horses and my Indian driver.
New York, I miss you!
