Friday, April 15, 2005

posted by: copernicus on 4/15/2005 08:11:00 AM
We left Central Park and stood on 59th st. We had no agenda.

"Which way you feel like going?"

I turn in a circle, my gaze like the beam of a lighthouse, looking for something to catch my attention. I see the sun's gaze (a much bigger lighthouse) strike the faces of the buildings on the outside curve of an avenue that twisted out of view.


"That way. Let's see what the Sun has lit for us."