Out of nowhere, the sky turned from sunshine into gray. Then suddenly, the rain came down in sporadic droplets until the sky opened up like a bucket of water pouring over our heads.
I watched the storm through a window beneath the second floor roof. The people scattered on Lexington Avenue, and within minutes, the sidewalks were empty of all its pedestrians.

I looked down from the window and watched the taxi cabs speed through the flooded streets with their windshield wipers swinging from left to right.
Three longhaired girls hid from the downpour inside the front vestibule of an office building across the street. Beside them, the coffee shop seemed crowded and the tables by the window were filled with people watching the storm and sipping over-priced coffee from an over-sized white mug. Continue reading →

The substance between you and me
is like wind beneath the gulls
as they hover over the ocean

….I like that

I like that I can sit back with you and be myself
I like that I’m thankful for random things
like the morning paper,
or a plain cup of coffee. Continue reading →

I watched a show about a man that bought a milk truck.
He changed the truck into a mobile kitchen,
and now he makes different types of grilled cheese sandwiches,
and he sells them throughout the streets of Boston.

According to the show, he does pretty well.
He seems happy too.

Before his truck, the man worked in an office.
He had a boss that complained and deadlines to meet.
He punched keys on a keyboard,
and  all day long,
his eyes were fixed to a computer screen as he calculated data
that was pertinent to the lives of others. Continue reading →

It was near sunset. I had walked across from my hotel room on Seville Street and sat on the short wall that separated the sidewalk from the beach on North Atlantic Boulevard.
An older man from the south noticed me. He smiled and asked, “You must be from New York?”
Smiling, I agreed with him.
The older man had tanned skin, salt and pepper hair with a matching colored goatee, and his face was slightly wrinkled.
He wore a blue baseball hat with an American eagle’s head surrounded by a series of golden stars. He wore a khaki pair of shorts and a crème-colored, buttoned down shirt, with short sleeves, and palm trees on the front. Continue reading →