I Can Imagine

I sit alone on a bench near the park and not far from my flat. Just so I can hear the plentiful sounds of New York as the clouds drop their few remaining tears reminding me that their still there. I do this sometimes just to remind myself that you don't have to see to imagine.
Sometimes it's hard to go on without color to light up my world but I have to remember, that it will still get cold whether I can see it or not. That life goes on seeing if I can't.
Sometimes just for a second I forget that I'm blind. It's hard to remember that I don't need to see color.
Not when I can still imagine.

I can imagine the traffic going about with the yellow limos in the form of taxis traveling at the speed of a snail. With the drivers with their loud voices and New York Style. I can imagine the Business Guru's texting on their phones waiting for the five o'clock traffic crawl along wondering what's for dinner. I can imagine their impatience as it hardly moves yelling at each other from the safety of their cars in a style all our own that the world knows as New York Swag.
I can imagine the lights changing their color from red to green just to do it all over again never able to turn yellow.
I can imagine the walkers milling along on the sidewalks shoved together as they try to get home from a long hard day of work.
I can imagine how slow they walk with tired legs and minds focused on their long awaited supper.
I can imagine how glad they are not to be stuck in traffic.
I can imagine a few wanting to be the Guru's in the taxis because walking is killing their feet. Similarly as sitting is cramping the legs because they ache to be moving.
I can imagine a few walkers talking on their cellphones about who knows what and not taking the time to take in everything around them.
I can imagine how their life must be like in their cubicles without windows to see out of. I wonder if they ever imagine a life without vision.

I can imagine the deaf man playing his sweet melody in the form of a saxophone on a lone corner. Hoping someone else See's the beauty in his sweet melody even though he can't enjoy it himself. Playing as though he's in front of a huge audience that enjoys the beauty of music that owns no words but puts people in a trance that makes the gray rainy days seemingly better. I can imagine the people walking past him not even noticing just how much he enjoys music.
I can imagine a few rare people watching him and his fingers oh how they glide over that beautiful golden instrument! So flowingly watching the music as it floats off the page in an arrangement of colors as he imagines what it sounds like. And the people the wonderful, rare people with faces full of awe at a man that can play such wonderful music with the sound conveying a message better than words.
I can imagine him bowing when the Melody's all gone and he has nothing more to play for them, and the people clapping with applause that he can't hear and then walking away murmuring to themselves and wondering simultaneously why he isn't on American Idol.
I can imagine him walking away as the people fade in the distance, never knowing just how talented he is.

And just before the Day ends:
I can imagine the clouds moving out of the way just to make sure I feel the warmth of the setting sun on my skin.
I can imagine that the sun came out in an array of colors just for me. Putting on a show that I can only see in my mind because I can imagine just how it shines. Pink and purple changing the white clouds in an array of colors instead of just white. Changing the sky from a dark blue abyss to a clear light blue beauty.
I can imagine that New York Stops for awhile to watch the sun dip slowly behind the clouds saying good bye to the day until tomorrow
I can imagine that they see the beauty of the world just as well as I can imagine.