New York Canister Building

Somewhere in New York City was an upbeat corner building. Painted in bright lively colors, with awnings and such. The corner filled with a building shaped like a canister. colorful petunias, geraniums and daisies smiled at me from boxes. Interesting people live here, I told myself, and often. I sat on a stoop, watching people come in and out on a Tuesday. Making up stories about this one and that one, it was so much fun! New York City is filled with neighbors and strangers. In this building I pictured a large network of friends. Because of the colors and the prettiness and the calm aura. I wanted to live in this building when I grew up. My career took me to the west coast, but I thought of this building often. It was my meditation spot, and my story-idea station.