When I look at New York, I see the people. Each and every one of them makes New York what it is.
Sirens on my street yell out against the buildings.
On Long Beach, I laid on the sand and heard the gentle roar of the water. Leisurely enjoyment. I chose that for the day.
Back “home,” people drowned in uninvited waters that rudely pushed past their front doors, living room windows, and staircases.
I’ve never felt so torn in my life. Remnants of old things hang on. Reminders do their job of reminding.