If you don’t look up from your phone, you’ll miss the cute Asian girl smiling at you on the subway.
Beautiful New York storm quenching the ground, a hot canvas freshly baked in the sun’s kiln. Rain banging on the window panes and tempting my skin. Lightning searing cloud tops and thunder rumbling like a machine in the sky. And when it ends, I hear the soft purr of the nearby train, ticking and clicking in rhythm with my excited heart. New York.