sleepy city

I can't believe how fast that was. We're sitting on the front stoop of my cousin's house, because it's 6:30am and just too early to rouse them. I guess that's my technically-southern polite streak.

The sun is rising through thick fog here in lower Manhattan. With a cut-off view of luxurious rooftop trees and spires of grand old buildings through the slow mist filter, this could be another time and place. It's quite sweet to be here before everything wakes up; yes, even New York City sleeps, especially down here in Tribeca.