Ashes on the pavement. A train departing into the orange sky. A New York minute, New Orleans vibe. Whistling youths, shuffling rails. Sweat on my forehead, dew on my water bottle. Frankfurt days and Hong Kong nights. Along the Seine, reflections of the past. The view of Union Station from the World War I memorial. Tower Bridge and the Sears Tower. Lines that juxtapose, glass panes ahead, above and underneath. The sound of a piano in the distance while heels shuffle on the floor. A perfect depiction of Berlin on the surface of the Spree, contorted by a passing boat. Ice cream melting and sounds fusing. The sun going up, the sun going down. Muhammad Ali has dealt his last blow. And above it all: a certain glow.
