This City

Words & Photography
by Anna Rozhko

I love her for the way she sighs and how her structures come to life and the moments when she is so still that you can't hear her breathing but you know she's still alive.

This city is what I live for. Not for the stillness of falling rain or the babbling of a furious brook. But the soft murmur of her heaving structures, the horns of distant taxis, the life hidden between her spaces and her shadows while the sun falls down on her landscape and the fog covers her entirety. I love her for the parts of her that feel like different days of the week when I walk through her neighborhoods. I love her for the way she sighs and how her structures come to life and the moments when she is so still that you can't hear her breathing but you know she's still alive. I love her for her quiet moments, her random moments, she has me in a spell. But I love her most of all because she is mine in which to dwell.