All is quiet
All is still
The soft muffled blanket
Laying over downtown like a giant ear muff
Floating
Drifting
Ear muff
Not white
But gray
Not frozen
But charred
Tiny bits of who we were
So long ago
A million years ago
When we woke up this morning
When we were greeted with radiant sunshine
Crisp wondrous breezes
We threw ourselves into this lovely day
Just another day
Time to go to work
Just another day
But this one was a little sweeter
A little sunnier
What could be better in the world
Then clear skies
And singing birds
In New York City?
We are that strange breed of animal
That finds peace amidst chaos
Nature on our roof tops
Ecstasy in one perfect crisp sunny morning
A million years ago
When we were innocent
When we believed that sunny lovely days meant all was right in the world
When we thought silent, floating, layers of thick nothingless only happened in snow storms
