Nothing Like Manhattan

As a teenager, and even as a young man, I had a big poster of Manhattan at night on the wall of my room. The small town where I was born and where I grew up was just a small working-class town, nowhere as attractive and exciting as the Manhattan night lights on my poster.

Now I live in a big city – though, not as big as New York, but still a city with a proper night life. But, today I do not yearn for the streets of New York, nor does the night life of the city I live in particularly attract me. Today I am searching for that feeling I used to have once, when, hands in pockets, I used to walk the sleepy streets of my provincial hometown, with the quiet longing for the lights of the big city.