this dream i have, it's gold

have i ever mention that i love summer rain? and that i love south street seaport? and today it was both. Lindsay was suppose to come too but she decided last minute the rain was too "severe" and went home, meanwhile the whole let's hang out at seaport was her idea.
so by myself i went to Strand and brought a book by Joyce Carol Oats then head off the Seaport and took some pictures.
no matter  how many times I go there, I can't get over how beautiful it is, I have folders after folders of pictures I taken at Seaport throughout different times of year.

and i am full of love and consequence
merciful, the sky of coal
the beauty of the cars' electric light,
the speed with which their destinies glow
 
terrible calm, terrible charm,
this dream i have, it's gold
easier now, a place to go,
vertigo
-s.slean