Thursday, December 3, 2020 - Eighth Avenue & West Fifty-fifth Street, so we listened. by Jordan Myers

Something happened at the word go, which you said on a Thursday in December while crossing 8th Avenue at dusk. From there, I just remember everything accelerated and we no longer worried about keeping up with time. Small things like miles, distances, and the idea of here or there, we left behind. Then just before nightfall, West 55th Street started whispering secrets and memories, so we listened.