Neither nightfall, nor daytime serves as a fitting rest for this grace. For it is a city to witch never sleeps. Its beauty is admired by millions, and hated by few. So let its words be loud, and speak with passion. The skyline is the horizon of hope, and the shape of originality. Though I am a Towny, in a place far from this beauty, I hope soon to arrive at its welcome mat...And say just how lucky I am to be here...Though I wouldn't dream of ever stepping foot on its graceful soil without the love of my life.
New York, a Grace Only the Luckiest May Dance With
July 2, 2012