Announcement, of a Sort
At seven in the morning, Fifth Avenue is
cool. Walking with a swinging, unobstructed, early-morning stride, you can see
uptown, the buildings creating a canyon running unnaturally straight. The sun
glints on the gilded towers of The Plaza at the foot of Central Park.
At seven in the morning, the
windows of the expensive shops look like eerie stage sets: empty and expectant.
The mannequins stand in their pristine clothes, drawing the eye with soft folds,
daring plunges, sinuous
curves.
At seven in the
morning, construction workers sit on the ledges of those windows, eating
breakfast. Their rough, paint-spattered grey trousers contrast with the smooth,
soft grey trousers in the windows behind
them.
At seven in the morning,
the smell of new showers, expensive cologne, and cigarettes mingle with the
smell of water as hoses spray down the sidewalk cafes on the cross
streets.
At seven in the
morning, I am headed for a meeting for my new-new job and I am happy.
Posted: Friday - September 23, 2005 at 08:36 PM
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