I think this is the 6th day that I’ve seen this guy sitting in there trying to stay warm. The winter streets are brutal. The underground provides some semblance of solace on bitter cold evenings. I’ve never seen him move. He is bundled up head to toe…with crumpled newspapers providing added insulation. I’m sure I’ll see him tomorrow. He’s the subway’s scarecrow sitting in place observing the sea of daily commuters that pass him by.
So, I’m walking down the street just minding my own business….and then this happens. I giant bubble just appears out of nowhere and it means business. It chased the couple in the image for a few yards before turning its attention to a group of unsuspecting tourist. And just when the group was marveling at it’s beauty and rainbow colors…… POP! The group was covered by a soapy liquid mixture. The smiles on their faces instantly turned to frowns…..then a tinge of anger. This kinda reminds me of old New York when you always had to be on your toes and time when something could jump off at any moment. Welcome to the Big Apple! Our bubbles are even gangsta!
I watched him struggle to light a match. His hands were shivering. Maybe it was the cold. Or maybe it was the drink. His face was worn and leathery. The wrinkles and fold told a story of street life or maybe just the harshness of his reality. He exhaled into the winter air and rejoiced in a simple moment of solitude.