Window: My Longest Running Distraction

A one-minute song for a lifetime of staring out the glass.

Trees stand tall on the horizon. Taller still, the closer they stand to where I sit. Across the street, a Thai restaurant called Chaya flickers its neon sign above a plywood-boarded window. Next door: Nails Spa. Cars push through 47th Street in waves, pedestrians playing “Frogger” with traffic. A hedge rustles. A security guard scrolls his phone in a pa…