the only things I remember about New York City in the summer are the fire escapes and how the people go out on the fire escapes in the evening when the sun is setting on the other side of the buildings and some stretch out and sleep there while others sit quietly where it's cool.
and on many of the window sills sit pots of geraniums or planters filled with red geraniums and the half-dressed people rest there on the fire escapes and there are red geraniums everywhere.
this is really something to see rather than to talk about.
it's like a great colorful and surprising painting not hanging anywhere else.
Within the rain, the silent song The gentle beat, the soothing thrum, I close my eyes to drift away To find some peace, I cannot stay. Sweetness and soft, through dreams I stray In soft grey tones, the cloudy day.