Park Avenue Holding the photo I feel a piece of me transported back to that place, that day. The soft grey and white of an overcast sky, the growl and clang of the street, people hurrying to wherever they’re going, every color of the rainbow in a steady stream of aliveness. The smell of fresh morning coffee from a smiling Turk. The day spread out before us, surprises about to pop. Continue reading Napowrimo 19/30: Park Avenue