Views from the High Line

Because my husband is an urban planner,

He insists we visit the High Line,

An abandoned elevated railway in lower Manhattan,

Turned green way.

While my husband considers the elaborate process involved in such a transformation,

I become engrossed in other transformations.

A gallery is open.

Full of fur and buttons.

Soon something new will emerge,

From a perspective never before considered.

How easy to forget, that sometimes all we need is a little elevation,

To bring some much needed inspiration.

Even the rain won't chase us from the High Line.

Not yet.  Not tonight.