As the evening comes, time to rest in a safe harbor,

Where we can refuel, refresh and recharge for another day at sea.

Be it stormy or calm, I will be ready.

Filled with New York light, somehow brighter than elsewhere,

Yet a little harsher, perhaps because of the time of day;

My corridor awaits.

The intersections of lines and polish draw me inwards,

As the short pause of individuals show it for what it really is.

A place which leads somewhere,

Also, part of my journey.