ArtWrite 9/26: Kathryn Lynch
Updated: Dec 4, 2020
I miss Manhattan on a rainy night, late enough so the streets are mostly empty. The way the pavement glistens, and puddles multiply the city lights. How the rain cascades sparkling dashes past lampposts.
Huddling under umbrellas, people peer into the distance for the possibility of a cab as approaching headlights blare. Rain turns down the volume, and all they can hear is the skkkkt skkkkt skkkkt of cars moving down the slick streets.
It’s old-school beautiful. Practically black and white. As achy and romantic as the opening bars of Rhapsody in Blue. The moody, shiny glow of it all.