I remember all those beautiful buildings, strong
and silent. Gazing up transfixed by the skyline as I walked along. Flatiron,
Chrysler, Empire State, Metropolitan Museum, MOMA, the library, Grand Central
station. How systematically the streets are laid out in grids, making a map
nearly obsolete. Whirling through Central Park searching for Strawberry fields
and the Dakota Building, smiling at skaters and patting a horse mounted by a
police officer. Munching on a hotdog by a roadside stand, revelling in the
multitude of people all round. Queuing for Broadway tickets on Times Square
early one morning and taking photos all around while waiting. Ordering Peking
Duck in Cantonese at Chinatown. Climbing all the way up the Statue of Liberty.
Lingering in bookstores and museums, falling in love with everything I see.