The Canyons of Manhattan
The bell tower of the Church of the Most Holy Trinity towered above the other rooftops, but did not obscure their natural beauty. The gray roofs covered with slate tiles were illuminated by the warm sun and sparkled creating lights and colors. Her gaze was lost to the horizon. The woman, that he loved, was right next to him and his life of sex and loneliness was a memory. Closing his eyes he could still feel the sensations of ecstasy and empty, lazy and intense pleasures ready to die the next instant. Everything was desire and anguish. In those years, nothing had survived in him, as the craving for the only woman that he had ever loved in his life.