What would New York City be without its windows? Come across the Brooklyn Bridge at dusk and the entire city is lit, as if by lanterns stacked one upon the other, block after block after block. City windows whisper of countless anonymous stories whose first line hides in plain sight. Here the story of a bored therapist. There the story of a new mother rocking her infant to sleep just as the garbage trtucks come rumbling up the street. Above her, perhaps the fractioius couple is at it again or maybe they’ve decided to part ways. Or might try once more.
I took this photo at the old Whitney on Madison Avenue a few years back. This cluster of windows, captured within their much larger cousin, reminded me of unread tales in a wide open book.
I am intrigued by this photo, and the description of all the untold stories behind the windows. Having never lived in a big city, I sometimes wonder what I’m missing.
Here’s my take on it:
There is indeed an incomparable energy and endless spectacle to living in NY.
Not to mention the museums, theater, restaurants and endless diversions.(granted in a non-Covid world)
It’s also trying, crowded, expensive and frustrating.
City inhabitants miss out on much as well — slower pace of life, connections to Nature, peacefulness.
I love your imagination! It’s fun to climb into your head and imagine with you. Thank you, Debra, as always for food for thought!