Time Square Storm
Peering down from her billboard point of view is she watching the rushing crowds scuttling by, hidden under their wet weather rain shields or is she watch us? Does she wonder where they're going, playing the guessing game of imagined lives, who has she seen pass by this very street. Rich and famous, homeless and alone we all have to carry ourselves through life in the end. Rain or shine we rush about to get in line, or get to work so we can rush back home again.
