I did not know I loved New York. I know now.
I was captivated by New York in June. I was
enthralled by the fevered pace of its streets, by the noisy corners of its many
bars, by the magic green lights in the private park under my windows, by the roofs
of skyscrapers melting away into the sky, by the buildings playing mirrors for the sky and other buildings, by the rain, crashing the Park Avenue.
