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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

New York Symphony on a Rainy Night

Dear Diary:
As I lie in bed with windows open that face the street below, listening to the sounds of a rainy night, I’m certain the mix is like no place else — all amplified up into my dark room.
The rhythmic dripping of drainage from the many stories above, which is finding its way to pools on concrete all around. The crescendo and diminuendo of spray from hissing tires, and the marcato of car horns and squeaking brakes that come whether rain or shine. Street-level chatter from groups of pedestrians hasty to get indoors. A neighbor’s faint smoke alarm, keeping tempo, from a dinner decidedly in.
Even in my room alone, New York’s medley always feels right there. It’s a sort of improvised city symphony, and a kind of cleansing, too.

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