Bank And Waverly

An orange window, a single square of warmth, offers a silent story of the lives intertwined within these historical walls. And there, the world seems to pause, the usual cadence of cabs and chatter giving way to a more reflective tune. I stand, a silent observer, my breath fogging the glass, a part of the city, yet apart from it, wrapped in the solace of a snow-gilded morning at the corner of Bank Street and Waverly Place.

January 2024


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