Come September...
(Taken with a camera phone)
One of my most favourite months of the year came quietly, on tiptoes, bringing with it a dawn the colour of young apples. Then -- a day full of sunshine and brisk breeze, making the promise of autumn a little more palpable.
Sitting underneath the azure blue skies and by the emerald waters, we observed the powder-puff clouds change and metamorphose into shapes that begged to remain a mystery. Townhouses dappled with sunlight basked in the gentleness of the day, and bridges wore a pattern of shadows.
The view was alluring: Sailboats and yachts, the former with undulating rhythm, while the latter, slicing through the water with an impressive sleekness. A poodle with a pink bow and a very assertive personality, made it clear to her owner just who was on the leash. The Queensboro Bridge, in all its photogenic glory, watched on in silence. A baby gurgled, and an old man wheezed with every breath.
Apples, did I say, earlier? Apples. Suddenly, I am craving the sweet, juicy crunch.