And now I know

Spanish harlem are not just pretty words to say

I thought I knew

But now I know that rose trees never grow in new york city

Until youve seen this trash can dream come true

You stand at the edge while people run you through

And I thank the lord there's people out there like you

I thank the lord there's people out there like you

While mona lisas and mad hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

Turn around and say good morning to the night

For unless they see the sky

But they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or light

(Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters - Elton John)

i took this picture a few days ago on my way into work. usually i'm keeping my head down and thinking about what needs to be done once i get there. i glanced up momentarily and saw this hot air balloon floating in the haze of the setting sun above all the shoppers. the people below rushing around, as i had been, paying no attention to the beautiful things happening all around them if only they could stop and raise their eyes to the sky...

...R...