Where I End And You Begin - Skyscraper - New York City
- By Vivienne Gucwa
When the wind is still, the sky seduces the city with a reverie of itself poured onto the glass of skyscrapers like a liquid dream emulsion.
The fine feathered touch of the clouds brush lightly against the the cool skin of structures reaching towards the distant comfort of loftier aspirations and shadows cast on the world below muffle the quickened heartbeats and soft sighs of this not-so-clandestine meeting.
Despite all my protestations about glass buildings rising in the place of other more ornate and classic works of architecture, I will say that if you find yourself looking up at the newer glass buildings on a beautiful day, the views are beautiful.