It's been a rough week. On Monday we heard the Amato Opera is closing. This Sunday is the final day for Love Saves the Day. In between, the Cheyenne was sold to Alabama, Old Devil Moon closed, and the Pizza Box was shuttered by the DOH. There's more. But that's enough.
These are the mornings of long shadows.
Of hunched and quiet walks to work, the subway, the bus. The days are short. We will return in darkness. In cold. Carrying the things we carry. The groceries. The briefcases. The handful of bills as we climb the stairs.
Remembering how, in the morning, we were long and tall, stretched and reaching. And tomorrow we will be again.
When the streets blaze with winter's sunlight slanting from the river, when the fire escapes are copper, and Con Edison's plume of smoke glows something kind of like gold.