My feet on the fire escape, I sit on the windowsill and watch the world wake up.
Pink clouds illuminate the baby blue sky for just a moment in magical transformation, while a beacon lights up in the distance over the rooftops, a flashlight pointing at me, and I know it's another flight into LaGuardia. The hum of the highway sings with chopper blades' song.
Lazily drifting above, the pink cloud now dons the bright spot of the awakening sun, the streak from the airplane running right through it like cupid's arrow.
What a glorious day this promises to be! Birds' chirping greets its arrival as another air conditioner buzzes alive.
With a sip of coffee, perched against my top floor window, I take in the show, the music, and the smells of the new day.
(c) 2017 Iris B. Struller