I stand in my living room and dream out my window.
Below is a street lined with trees and buildings with floor to ceiling windows that tower above.
Drifting down the street is the east river.
Sparkles with the morning sun.
Large cargo ships. Where are you going? What are you carrying? For whom are you bringing it to?
Sailors with Poppey-esque, bulging arms and tattoos are out there grunting and smoking their tabacco pipes.
Unfazed by the sweat the sun causes.
They carry important