New York Dreaming

Manhattan. Our friend’s family has a loft apartment where she lives with her parents. A claw foot tub built into a wooden frame. Washed JD’s hair, poised on her knees under the water. Something out of a turn of the century photograph, the  picture of elegant sexuality. By the time I washed myself, the smell of pancakes filtered in, our host making us breakfast on the other side of the door.

Has anything ever been as beautiful as this?