The city that never sleeps
I went to sleep last night to the drone of cars, people’s voices, and a general hum of electrical whatnots, and guess what, woke this morning to the same noise as if nothing stopped while I slumbered. Just a friend once said upon leaving New Orleans, I want to go back to a town with only one festival, I want to return to a city that does sleep and where mornings are slower.
Right now over caffeinated from yet another round of over steeped tea, I’m feeling like my heart is a jumping and I’m not out of pajamas. I wonder how the writers of New York actually find their groove if the city is what is directing the beat of their heart.