Ah, New York City, we will have to wait until spring to meet. It seems as though Hurricane Sandy has foiled our rendevouz. 'Tis too bad; I was rather looking forward to it.
Broadway, I anxiously await the day I can skip into one of your theatres. 9/11 Memorial, I can't wait to stand in awe of you. Times Square, please don't blind me with your lights.
My dreams have been filled of crowds and cabs, subways and singing, gawking and gazing. I will happily wait til spring if it involves my safety. Here's to spring, NYC. We shall meet soon.