Stopping to Smile: Neighborhoods I've Gotten Used To

At tall brick three-flats smothered in ivy. At flowers spilling over wrought iron fences. At rows of bikes and the constant rumbling of trains speeding over rusted tracks. At quiet alleyways, a refuge from glaring sun and personalities. At this city, soaking up the last heat of summer like a stone, storing warmth in the depths of it's character, to feed the hearts of it's inhabitants come winter.