Morning glory Stories

I was on my knees leaning over the back of the couch, staring out the window. We were on the twenty-ninth floor, perched above Fifth Avenue overlooking Central Park. The rising sun was casting shadows across Manhattan. Traffic was still light on the street below. An hour from now, it will be jammed with cars, trucks, and buses. I love this city. Frank came into the room. “Is anything exciting going on out there?” “No. I’m...