In other words, nowhere else is any better for me.
Still, sometimes... Sometimes living in a city has its moments. Sometimes, the low roar of traffic suddenly dies down, a minor street vacated, and I can hear the music.
Now, it's not like I've become some kind of neo-hippie mystic who thinks cities have a pulse and soul, a song they sing to each other across the highways and power lines. I wouldn't deny that
A small band, in some apartment above a store, their drummer crashing out a beat and the guitarist strumming along, while the singer lets loose with a wordless call, instruments and voice following their own paths but complementing each other smoothly.
Two college kids, a boy and girl, sitting at an intersection in the dead of night and singing "American Pie" to each other, neither a very good singer on their own but their voices wending together into something sweet and beautiful. Young love, for everyone to hear. I hope they stay in love forever.
A guy standing in a park by the river, late at night, playing a saxophone for nobody in particular.
Some days, I never want to leave the city.