festivals of fall

Halloween.  The Black Mask attended a parade, and evil Jamie left the parade.  None of the makeup left except the black in the eye sockets, and the black dye of my follicles, I trudged through the gorgeous maelstrom that was New York breathing for the first time in months without being motivated by its wallet.  The concern in this air has been pasted on thick; but Halloween blew the caps off the steam tunnels and the streets were full of the bacchanalia, a well deserved reprise for the nation's nerve center.  

New York took some ecstasy and had a parade round its heart, while its citizens screamed the fear out of its circulatory system like antibodies executing pathogen invaders.  Yesss... New York is well. It stayed up well past dawn taking care of its most precious lovers, delivering them from evil in return for the therapeutic exuberance that washed the dread from its streets.  New York most certainly got laid this Halloween.

A few days later, after commuting in reverse to where I'm still registered to vote, stumbling off the G train in a neglected neighborhood, New York's least represented answered a collect call from their ancestry.  "Excuse me folks, do you know who your next President is?"  

The streets were still there somewhere, under the choir, but the hope and the optimism that this neighborhood hadn't ever seen had laid down a thick cloud cover over geography and economics... All that was left was a promise, the "checks cashed" establishment has opened its doors, and the poor in white neighborhoods and the poor in black neighborhoods wait for Barack Obama to deliver.  

Atmospheric tendency had felt like the opposite, I had been expecting to emerge from the underground to cars flipped and on fire, flaming effigy, and pain, after some of the whispers I had overheard prior to the election.  This is much preferable.