A song for the city, a sip of the action, a stage for a show. In what Fitzgerald once referred to as the “enchanted metropolitan twilight,” New York can cast a powerful spell. Its energy is electric, its nights never end, and there is so much to do and see you have to remind yourself to stop and sleep.
I’ve never been a big fan of it. Suzie says it’s because I spend too much time in Times Square. That’s only partially true, but I’m still waiting for the city to truly capture my wonder. For now, it offers the merest hint of a flirtation, the beginning of a courtship that’s long been promised but never followed through. Thankfully, flirting is often more exciting than deflowering, so until that blush is off the rose, let’s tease a while longer.
