Manhattan had an ominous tinge to it today. The sky was full of gray cotton clouds. The overcast daylight made colors pop out of the multigrade shades of the sidewalks, asphalt and buildings. Then the gray cotton became a big public school blackboard. Yet no rain fell. I cut through Bryant Park to Fifth Avenue. The park looked like a school cafeteria after lunch. For every six chairs around a table there was one person seated. The green metal tables and chairs were positioned in a fashion that indicated many lunch encounters must've taken place earlier in the day. Some were paired off distanced from the rest. Others looked like co-worker chairs in a circle. Now they looked like those abandoned nests in the trees. I wonder about the birds who construct those nests. How long does it take to build one of them? Do both bird parents build it together? And how do they know how to make? Or that they even should build nests? I guess not all of them do because there are A LOT of pigeons here in the city. Each tree would be like pigeon apartment/birthing structure.