A sea of traffic – no really
I got in from dinner last night and tucked myself in my hotel room bed as quickly as possible and then a few hours later I dreamt I was standing on the balcony looking at the waves crash against the beach. Why? Because I had the window open and at about 3:30AM for some unfathomable reason New York traffic comes alive and sounds like a continuous wave. The noise here is incessant. I wonder how New Yorkers feel when they are in the quiet, in solitude?