A Nice Touch

I woke early this morning, just in time to see the Norweigan Escape pulling into the pier.

 

From our little perch 23 stories above the streets, we keep our eye on our city.

 

On the streets below, we see the yellow cabs and the black cars delivering New Yorkers to their destinations about town.

 

Food vendors push their hot dog carts along the avenues carrying the hot dogs, pretzels, halal food and cold drinks to their respective corners throughout the city.

The plush touring carriages roll down the street with the rhythmic clip-clop of the plumed steeds marking their trail on their way to Central Park.  As the sun rises, the city is coming alive.

Down on the Hudson River, the day is well under way.  We watch the tug boats push and pull barges up and down the river.  Ferries carry people back and forth from New Jersey to Manhattan.  Cruise ships come and go bringing hundreds of passengers to the Hudson Piers and New York City.

 

We’ve been watching our new home town from above for more than a year and we’ve fallen in love with it.

And now, something new has been added.

Outside the window to our world, on the floor above us, a member of a local orchestra has moved in.  He plays the flute.  When he practices, the music of his flute floats across our view of the city.

Now as we watch our town wake up in the morning, or spend a day toiling away or relaxing in the evening before going to sleep at night, we have a beautiful, soft, flowing flute soundtrack to go with the picture.

It’s a nice touch.