New York Nostalgia

"Nostalgia is a seductive liar." - George Wildman Ball


Midnight.
Steaming beneath the lights of the Brooklyn Bridge in summer.
Humidity.
Pools of liquid collect in crevices unheard.

People.
Laughing, holding hands, romancing on park benches.
Water.
Black velvet reflecting the coloured rays of the urban jungle.

Reminiscing.
Of days gone by, of cobblestone streets and men in hats.
Seduced.
By the city's past, its present, its being.