Paintings, mirrors, glassy music, kids bobbing on waves of color and noise.
A winsome, curly-haired lawyer picking her away through old warehouses and artist lofts.
People talking about what they love or what they're interested in, without competitiveness or preening.
Wasps swooping over a green plot where Lincoln sits and listens.
Skyscrapers that look like they were made entirely of platinum group metals: ruthenium windows, iridium roofs.
Yellow brick, bright as fruit, a backdrop for trees.
In a neighborhood saturated with history, I wonder who once stood beside the lampposts or looked out the windows with the white shutters.