first impressions

First days in New York-

New York City is loud.
Traffic noises.
Engines and tires and horns.
People noises.
Talking and yelling and laughing.

Music noises.
Blues in the subway.
Drum and guitar on the stoop.
Latino radios playing
New York is vibrant.
Colors in signs.
Colors in dress.
Always in motion.
Ever active, never rests.

New York is diverse.
Different people and race and tongues.
The entire continuum of melanin.
Sizes and shapes.

There is the lady on the corner, who only speaks Spanish and sells tamales for a dollar.
There is the man in the subway, dancing to the beat of his own i-pod, smoothing his pants. (is he meeting a girl?)
There are the monks across the street, in grey robes that dust the ground, playing music on their front steps.
There are the strangers, gathered around a tv at a hot dog stand, shouting when their team scores a goal.

And there is a family of 7, figuring out how to get around.

(photo- the view from our bedroom, looking west down our street)