Tag: My Month With Banksy

24apr24 musings

I love a New York City (spring) evening from around 7pm onwards. The sun’s still out, the temp cools down a tad, a cool breeze hits my atmosphere and the cacophony outside decreases in frequency. The cars steadily pass my open window, the construction workers across the street wind down their days and bid farewell with all of the assurances that they’ll see each other tomorrow. Clumps of ‘chatter’ pass by intermittently on the sidewalk below. Ah, engines revving and purring in unison…