Friday, September 18, 2009
A Big Apple Buzz
The island of Manhattan casts a charm, it really does. Every time I visit, from the first moment I see the skyline I start to smile. Yesterday I looked around the Bolt bus just to see if I was the only one. The truth is, everyone perked up, and most everyone smiled.
The energy of the island is sexy. There's an electric feeling of uplift that makes me want to stay up all night in spite of the fact that I am not a night person. It makes me want to get out and mix it up with all the people, though I'm a serious introvert. I get high on New York, I really do!
The tall buildings look to me like that energy made manifest, rising, rising, rising. I was wondering yesterday if the Indians felt that buzzy uplift or if it's more literal than energetic, an effect that occurs because of the many electrical cables running just beneath the pavement. Is the electric sexiness indigenous, or the result of the industrial revolution? Who knows?
On the subway last night, around 11:30 pm.
It's a very very special place. Only in New York are certain things possible, like a walk along the High Line, bright and cheerful, on a perfect early Autumn afternoon, followed by a drink at the Temple Bar, dark and mysterious, uber-atmospheric, with someone who traveled literally halfway round the earth to visit. In fact I was so elated all day yesterday I could hardly contain myself.
Today I'm back on the Bolt bus, headed home. Though slightly hungover (perhaps one cocktail would have been sufficient) and sleep deprived, I am still smiling. I love New York.