Tuesday, November 24, 2020 - City facades: West 47th Street, between Tenth & Eleventh Avenue.

You’ll remember we were talking about cityscapes and seasons and wild imaginative skies over tree-lined streets at dawn. It all felt so expansive and quiet for November, but by that point the world had shifted into time-lapsed colors beyond praying beige and newly-devout crimson. Every morning was an epiphany back then. So we could just walk west across 47th Street together / with the sun’s rays flirting with the clouds every now and again / and nothing else, really, would need to be said.