I've been dreaming in buildings since I got back from New York.
When I wake from sleep there is a sense that my brain has been trying to assimilate everything that it has seen, that it's trying to fit it all together, like a big game of Tetris.
So many windows and fire escapes.
Some are beautifully ornate
and artists just have to draw them.
Some are full of history and musicians have to sing about them.
Some are just super tall.
So tall that when it's cloudy they disappear altogether.
We went up this one.
Wooooosh up the lift to the sixty-ninth floor.
and out on top of the world.
You could certainly see a lot of buildings from up there.
and teeny tiny yellow cabs.
I can still feel the intensity, the buzz and the beauty of all the buildings. I'm sure they will be in my dreams for a while yet (just like my basket bike was after we came back from Japan). It's nice to be back in peaceful Hebden Bridge letting the lusciousness of our green valley seep back in.