The Light was Blue

”And above all else, the Hudson River was like the light — oh, more than anything it was the light, the light, the tone, the texture of the magic light in which he had seen the city as a child, that made the Hudson River wonderful”. [….]

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The light was blue,
Steep frontal blue,
Like morning underneath the frontal cliff of buildings,
The light was vertical cool blue, hazed with thin morning mist,
The light was blue,
Cold flowing harbor blue of clean cool waters rimed brightly with a dancing morning gold,
Fresh, half-rotten with the musty river stench,
Blue with the blue-black of the morning gulch and canyon of the city,
Blue-black with cool morning shadow as the ferry,
Packed with its thousand small white staring faces turned one way,
Drove bluntly toward the rusty weathered slips.

Of Time and the River, by Thomas Wolfe

Walking along the Hudson River Greenway.

New York, 06 June 2014

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