The cover of clouds over manhattan just tore open and the belly of the largest of the clouds turned a dark orange, almost brown. The city dwarfed under these majestic giants has begun to open its glass eyes. The reflections of the sky in the windows are a whitish yellow now. The sun is coming back, the sun is coming back. Across the river in New Jersey a skyscraper just turned pink. Hundreds of pigeons are getting into position. A seagull just rushed between the buildings next to riverside park. I think we have another morning.