NYC Doesn’t sleep

I see the watch. 9 o’clock. I look again. 30 seconds, in real time, have passed, but in my mind 30 minutes have passed easily! I’m in Brazil. I’ll be going to NYC. It’s my first international trip; I go alone, no! I go with myself. I’m anxious – a new world – the famous Big Apple. My flight, look at the clock again. It’s 9’30, Oh! my God! the time flew. I’m late now. New York is the same, the time flies, and the apple is an American dream. It’s vast. It’s little. New York is a perspective.                                                                                                                                                        By Pedro Jeancleber.