I have not walked this way for years, through the guts of a city I love but rarely return to, though each time I do I feel the throb of its heartbeat, beating inside my chest, its breath my breath, it's blood surging through my veins, the city with its grand towers, its bustling traffic, its rude pedestrians and tourists, not the city I remember for my youth when then I thought it too big to be contained in a small town brain like mine, grown since beyond anything my mind can comprehend, it with the legends of newness I can't find common ground with, lighting to bright, sounds too loud, a stench of car fumes and body odor beyond my senses to sense, yet I have come here now, walking through these streets I believe I still know but do not, cannot know more than my ancestors with their horse and buggy brains could retain the concept of buggy without steeds or streets with cobblestones paved over for smoother rides to ride, streets, a city, a frame of mind I am in awe of, always
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