Ode to Whispering Towers

From one extreme to another, boys quietly discussing fishing in my last post, to towers whispering from above near Bryant Park, both scenes causing pause.


Concrete, steel, glass, silence,


Grand matriarchs holding their own,


Dreamers dancing to conquer the impossible.


If one looks closely, there is grace abounding in human beings creating a world of commerce, art, and everything in between.  All on one small island: heaven, that can be hell, millions of miracles every moment in this city that somehow works as a whole.

 After twenty eight years, I still love it like a child in the stage of discovery and wonder.