Late Night Stroll

Vanderbilt Ave at 42nd Street

​I like New York best, late at night when I am alone with it and there are little to no people about. The sound, save Times Square, is almost quiet save an occasional noise of garbage trucks and workers picking up piles of black garbage bags off the streets. Then there is an echo of clanging, too, in the distance of construction workers erecting JP Morgan Supertall Tower down the street on Park Avenue. I am untroubled by these sounds. 

Park Avenue at Grand Central Station/Pershing Suare, 42nd Street

Around the corner up ahead underneath Grand Central at Vanderbilt Ave before you get to 42nd Street, there is a bit of a disturbance. The unsavory type. An awful group of men in a circle with some of them kneeling on the corner. They are black, white, and Latino and argue over alcohol and drugs. One girl is alone, her dark hair almost hidden by a hoodie. She sits cross-legged near the group turning the pages of a weathered paperback, she is reading, but she looks up suddenly and notices me.