I’m in love with this city. The hustle and bustle of the hurried people that quickly turn into blurred shapes before I’ve even finished looking up at them after wiping hair back from sticking to my blistered cold lips. I love this feeling. The hard cold street pounding up against the bottom of the soles of my shoes. The feeling of the hard freezing wind stretching the fat of my cheeks and the light drops of rain on my forehead while I walk in a hurried pace that matches the crowd to find my train. The sound of the streets. Honks and shouting, brakes gone bad and the knocking and clicking of $500 designer heels around every corner of this concrete jungle. Loud conversations on phones. Crinkling of bags from varied shops filled with pastries and chocolates that leave rings of oil around the bottom of the bags. The bags clenched inside a hand that knows the entire city better than my whole self knows this particular street. I love how aggressive the people are. Shouts of words barely understood confuse me as I try to decipher the words for anger or joy. Tight gripping hand shakes that let you know they are there and force you to remember their name. Quick moving hand gestures and body language that moves and shakes every single limb. Fearless darting and dodging of racing taxis and cars in the crosswalks of dark streets. Nothing stops, not even as I blink. The city and the people don’t care who you are, or where you came from, they have seen it all and won’t stop for you. Designer heels of blacks blues and reds, wet trench coats heavy their wearers. Black leather knee high boots and rough wool pea coats. Sneakers scuffed and wiped with debris from the street. Headphones on and black dull leather jackets whizzing past each corner I turn. I love sinking into the movement here and being carried away with the crowds. The never ending crowds of black. Dipping into shops and bars without hardly being seen. To lose my own face in the blur of 500 other strangers walking by, their destinations unknown to me but still I can see time on their minds. To walk alongside the roar and pretend just for a moment showing confidence on my face that says I know exactly where I am headed and what I will do there because I’ve been here in this city my whole life. I love the mystery and the friction, the sounds and the beauty, and for today I’ve complacently lost myself within this island. How fortunate am I to wake up and do it all again.