December 2, 2021 - Henry Street sounded like an alarm clock

The whole world beneath the Manhattan Bridge was washed out and imaginary. We felt this every Saturday when you’d wake up early and start pacing around the kitchen looking for the green tea. Check the pantry beside the refrigerator, I’d say. Henry Street sounded like an alarm clock, the rumble of the train more steady and often as the sun took its time, rising higher and higher above the city and toward the sky.