Monday, 20 May 2013

Sounds of the city

Sitting at the window
No TV or phone
Just my notebook
The sounds of the city
My window slightly open
I breath in the smells 
So different from home
Yet I feel at home
It has been raining all day
I hear the sounds of splashing puddles
Horns are honking
I savor these moments
There is a rhythm 
You just have to sit in silence
And listen

Sunday, 19 May 2013

Trip to Broadway

Standing in line
At the Stephen Sondheim
Listening to conversations behind me
Looking at women mostly
All shapes, sizes and colors
Young and trendy
Not so young and conservative
Standing there in my colors
Everyone wears BLACK here
Some people just stare
Shit, these people don't know me
I'm fascinated by what I see
A voyeurs dream
I feast on ALL the sites around me
Ladies in coats, scarfs, hats and pantyhose
Some in trousers
I'm in jeans and flip flops 
I catch a lady's eye in my bright colors
She looks at me and smiles
Wonder what she thinks
The lady behind me has on a beret 
and overcoat, extremely conservative 
She wears a press and curl
Her hair is silver and pretty
The lady in front of me is slim
In her beige pantsuit  with a natural
We are all here to see the same show
The doors open and we all go our separate ways
My seat is two rows from the stage
I love it
No flash photography
I can't capture this moment with a camera
My eye roams the theatre
My heart is racing
I love this atmosphere
More people to watch
Everyone finds their seats
I sit and look at the stage
The painted screen is beautiful
I take in every detail
No photography allowed
Photos can't capture this moment
This feeling
The smells
Sights and sounds
I savor it all
Lights go down
Curtain goes up
The show begins
I take it all in
No photography allowed
Photos can't capture this moment 
But I have my memories
and that's alright with me
My trip to Broadway