Read Street is a narrow lane so deserted and quiet in the night I almost feel I’m not in New York. My steps powerfully echo around the sidewalk. I’m trying to walk in a fixed rhythm and quietly sing a random melody. And now, what was it? Somebody has noticed my presence and answers me! A cat meows in the garbage container. I’m calling the cat but it doesn’t want to climb out.This encounter has pleased me.
That cat doesn’t feel so lonely at last...