New York from 60,000 Feet

New York from 60,000 Feet

A sea of flickering lights. Golden and marvelous, expanding over the earth and clinging to the night sky. Breathlessly do the stars blanket the city, midnight like a secret murmured in an eager ear.

Luz, the Spanish man has called it.

Light, I said, and fastened my eyes on the golden orbs below me. The plane, and I too, gravitate towards the alluring promise of modern beauty, the fall buildings and sleek, silver cars glistening beneath stars that duck and hide in the scarce branches of the trees.

Yet we pull away, tugging free from the hold the city places on our minds, towards the life and the world apart.

Luz, the man repeats. Bonito, no?