A hopeful and lovely sound..
This is a dog-walking story too, in a way:
I often take Casanova (the eskimo pup) on a late-night walk to my favorite place in all of Gotham, St. Mark's Church. He cant go inside the grounds but loves the place as much as his mom does, though he sometimes senses the ghostly activity and bays.
A few nights ago I walked him there at 1 AM - it was very quiet on the streets. As we rounded the corner I heard the unmistakable lines of Alan Ginsberg's "Howl"
"who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame..."
There was a young man standing on the church steps, copy of HOWL in hand, doing a reading of the epic poem to the deserted square.
A hopeful and lovely sound.