I heart new york

Sun. Heat.

Long empty New York avenues.

Crosstown on the shuttle. Uptown on the 6.

Met my friend outside the Guggenheim. We went to brunch. Non-stop talk. Haven’t seen her since Christmas. We were a couple of magpies. Tears were shed. We have been friends for so long.

Then. A long cool walk up the spirals of the Guggenheim.

The smooth white sculptures of Constantin Brancusi. Like a dream. Like polished moonstones. Abstract. And yet emotional.

Man Ray photographs.

Up and up and up the cool stone spirals.

Then a fast jaunt across town to catch the 3:30 show of We don’t live here anymore.

Had a moment of surging happiness as she and I settled down in the darkness for the movie. I have missed her. She lives far away now. She is my comrade. We speak in shorthand. There’s a lot of ESP going on.

Bleak movie. But enjoyable in its way. Naomi Watts is amazing. So alive that you can almost see her pulse throbbing in her throat.

Outside. Hot hazy dusk. New York City in all its soft and smudged beauty.

We parted. I walked down 5th Avenue, skirting Central Park. Its cool greenness, the deep dark ponds, people strolling on the paths, people sitting on the benches, cooling off.

Walked by the Plaza Hotel. Jesus feckin’ Christ. That building!

Stopped and talked with an absolutely smokin’ hot carriage-driver. He was hanging out, waiting for customers. I stopped and talked with him for a while. I met his horse. Pegasus. I felt that Pegasus and I had a very deep bond. We connected. I fed Pegasus carrots. That corner of Central Park is crowded with carriages, and reeks of horse-shit and pretzels. It was dusk by now. A hot smudgy dusk, where the greens turn black, and everything seems magic somehow. Shimmering, yet filled with darkness, if that makes sense. Central Park stretching north, covering itself in shadows. Like I said. Magic.

Also, carriage-man was an absolute BABE.

Pegasus wasn’t so bad either.

A beautiful day. One for the books.