Fill in the rest of the available white space with whatever flows from your pen. I have a fabulous view out the window. The perfect picture frame, this window. Just beyond the curve of his neck stands the Statue of Liberty, and floating a few inches above his shoulder is Ellis Island. At intervals a Coast Guard helicopter flies over his head and disappears off the side of the frame.
Sailboats flit, tiny white slivers on the great grey expanse of the Hudson Bay.
Tugboats and ferries move on frothy pillows. A straight white row of cargo cranes line the Jersey shore in the distance. And there is the whimsical blimp, blue and white striped, weaving around the sky, its anchor lines floating what must be a half mile beneath it. Back where I'm from springtime means thunderstorms and flash floods and electric skies. Springtime in New York is a little like Autumn in New York.