Noon on the Empire State Plaza

Skating at the rink at the Empire State Plaza, alone. On your lunch break. The plaza cold, deserted. Alone. The ice, the noon sky, unchipped and shining, your mind blank, under towers of state workers yearning to retire, like you, only for you, time has stopped in a short sweet moment of perfection when you feel without thinking this meeting of man’s needs to nature’s must be the work of God, your only real existence pure bliss.