Sights and Sounds

A glimpse, or a taste…

8:30pm, Manhattan, on a mercilessly cold and blustery midwinter night.

It took a moment to register, but soon I recognized the shape of a body huddled beneath the shivering blanket. The form seemed so at odds with the warm and vibrant scene just over it’s shoulder: a rainbow of flowers bloomed behind the glass and everything seemed right in that organized world. Though separated by only a few feet, I was devastated by the distance between the two.