Tag: new-York-city

In the mist, black granite, linked scales melt away—memories of Times Square,Broadway’s past.From afar, the tinkle of a music box is heard—a hopeful melody,almost a lullaby.Below-The street pleads a prayer to the broken sky—“just a haunting,gentle touch.”The morning breaks over two towers built and rebuilt-over coffee, doughnuts—old promises kept,new promisesbroken and rebroken.Yet, there is the…