Observances @ 7 am

There's just something about this city, the greatest city in the world,

It's a feeling, elusive- so hard to describe though many many have tried, it's like spitting out your car window at a red light, it's suits with flip-flops and low cut dresses at 7 am, flats with heels hiding in bags, it's coffee on every corner, it's suits and ties with backpacks on bikes, it's window washing with the roar of traffic as your music, it's ‘not in service’ tour buses that have not quite yet awoken, it's id's worn round necks, it's the constant smell of smoke in the air, fighting to find parking, it's a feeling, a love-hate-indifference desire to fit in, to stand out, to be different and exactly the same, it's a smell in the air, renewal each morning, stooped shoulders and shuffling feet, dad bods with baby strollers walking dogs, running, breaking a sweat before the city has woken from its slumber, earbuds and headphones and sunglasses, leggings and neon orange sneakers and yoga mats and guitar cases, it's personality peaking out of every bag and every face and every walk and in the swing of every arm, it's gym bags and tote bags and shoulder bags and lunch bags and shoes with tassels, tattoos, it's coffee hot and coffee iced and tea, and ties not yet tied, it's stretching and waking and yawning and breathing and sunrise and shadows fading, it's knowing that you're in this city too but not having met you yet. It's the greatest city in the world, with slices and glimpses and snatches of millions of scenes that sewn together makes one haphazard disorganized beautiful breathtaking tapestry, and the longer you linger and watch, the more you’ll love it or hate it or yearn to know it, be a part of it, be one with it, lay down on the street and breathe in the smells and spread your arms wide and embrace the city that embraces all.