STORY BEHIND
Faint Light, Full Bloom
No crowds. No noise.
Just the crackle of cold grass underfoot.
A tree breaking into bloom,
not for anyone,
But because it must.
The towers don’t beg to be seen—
they barely appear,
blurred by fog, softened by still water.
No skyline pride, no forced drama.
This is New York
when no one is looking.
And it’s still magnificent.
BRING HAPPINESS TO YOUR HOME
