Summer, 1879:

I look up

And see twinkling lights

Lighting up the night

So many I could not even begin to count

Stars everywhere

Way up there in the night sky

I am drunk on the essence of its vast beauty

Surrounded by all these stars, I feel so small

But it is not in vain

On the contrary, it fills me with a lovely notion

The possibilities:

Endless

There is no more inspiring sight

Than New York on a summer’s Night



Summer, 2014:

I look up

And see twinkling lights

Lighting up the night

So many I could not even begin to count

Stars everywhere

It is the Big Apple after all

I am drunk.

Surrounded by all these stars I feel so small

But it is not in vain

On the contrary, it fills me with a lovely notion

The possibilities:

Endless

There is no more inspiring sight

Than New York on a summer’s night