Eve in the City

They say the city never sleeps. It does. Just before dawn you can hear it snore. Light hangs in the air， directionless， not yet pressed into rays. The smell of a hidden sea soaks through stone. The streets themselves have that booming emptiness of a shell held to the ear. Everyone is dreaming. It’s when I began to wander， that time in between.” <br><br></b>For Eve， newly arrived from a religious colony in the heartland， the sidewalks of New York aren’t conveyors of humanity， they are sacred symbols， holy places. In the early morning， when her shift as an after-hours barmaid ends， she roams the deserted neighborhoods. It is a pilgrimage of sorts. Like so many before her， Eve has come to Manhattan to find herself among the lights and noise and