Dear you,
 
Oh if only you could hear this, feel this, smell this! The sidewalks are currents of moving bodies chasing dreams. I imagine backstories of strangers as they whizz past on their own missions. It’s not hard to see why this gritty city is romanticized — energy emanates from every manhole as does mysterious smoke. Yet, amazing what a difference an elevator makes as we emerge into a peaceful heaven peering down at urban purgatory.  When night falls, we see stars burst above the city to celebrate the eve of July 4th. So much yet left unseen. 
 
Always in your light, 
Kahmy