The voyage and the arrival

On the flight, and it is light at midnight (UK time) Standing in queue in an airless corridor ...  Chatter... Olivia... flirtation, laughter, anticipation, uncertainty. Excitement. Woman faint. Steward says he works there but knows nothing.  Taxi hurriedness. Feel nauseous from the smell of perfume and sleep deprivation. Driver skilful but wild. Lights and scenery fly past. Verrazano bridge in cloud. Liberty salutes us in distance. Arrive and pull up. Warm Greetings and enter bohemian building with artex walls. Parisian style Architecture and fittings. Meet our hosts, exchange pleasantries, sit and play banjo. Look at pictures of beautiful gothic structures. Eat some hot kettle chips, talk in cockney accents. Feel delirious. Go to bed. Awoken from fitful dreams at 3am by someone making a snack in the kitchen across the hall. I am famished. Eat the remainder of dark chocolate. Now am wide awake. My body is yelling for more sleep but my brain is saying it is morning. Go to window, see a large black and white cat across the street, hear the pre-dawn call of an unfamiliar bird. See cabs glide past in the rain. Listen to what sounds like ballroom dancing without the music in the apartment upstairs. Listening to Warning Sign by Coldplay in my head.

Notice the icebergs.