Slightly jet lagged

It's 03:47. A time I don't usually see. New York is buzzing with life and energy and at the moment I'm slightly quivering with fear and anticipation. I've been out of the big city for too long. Central park was full of contrasts - horse drawn carraiges, bike rick-shaws and big yellow taxis, a homeless hippy woman with a shopping trolly and a cat with a pink jacket. Joggers, skaters and cyclists wizz through the honk of horse and human urine while the sun shines and the air plops the odd large drop of threatening tropical rain. I loved it.