Sidewalk cafes and flower boxes
People believe that New York City is a constant rush. The city that never sleeps. While it is true that it lives and breathes, it rests as well.
Soft morning sunlight warming and waking flowers, pre-war buildings trapped in time, idyllic sidewalk cafes, a coffee and a croissant, jazz bars, quaint boutiques, people from all walks of life.
Clearing My Plate
So I moved to NYC last October. Can you believe I’ve been here for eight months already?! I mean, nearly three of which have been spent mostly inside my apartment, but let’s move on.
A Lockdown Masquerade
Amidst the asynchronization of shopping cart pushers and basket carriers (who often underestimate the final gravity of their haul), I saw someone I thought I knew. Or, rather, I thought I saw someone I knew. Because how was it even possible in a masquerade of grocery shoppers? I turned into the coffee aisle
The Second Cup of Morning Coffee
The first cup of morning brew is mandatory. Like turning the key in the ignition, the machine slowly comes to life as the hot liquid flows from the cup and down the hatch. You feel it, you may even taste it. But, sadly, its integrity is lost to your senses still awakening. But it’s the second cup of coffee just shortly after that is pure pleasure and true indulgence.
Mr. David of Greenwich Village
The day felt like it would be like any other work day.
During lunch I came across a Google Sheet document that pooled together volunteers in the Manhattan area and connected them with those in need within the borough. I skimmed through the rows and columns. The Bronx, Upper West Side, Upper East Side, Hamilton Heights, Washington Heights, Lower East Side, East Village. West Village - bingo. An immune-compromised, 76 year-old senior citizen named David lived alone and was afraid to step outside of his home to get food. His application was put in for Meals on Wheels, but still pending. He would only have food for the next couple of days.