From high up he could see old cats chilling on benches sharing stories, women helping each other push carts of laundry, babies playing in the courtyard, teen lovebirds kissing by the stairs. Salsa, reggae, and jazz battling between Biggie lyrics. The sounds of basketballs bouncing on the court, dice hitting the wall during a game of cee-lo, grandpas slamming down chess pieces on fold-up tables against the young hustlers taking a break from making a dollar. There was beauty and joy hidden in the struggle.
