NEW YORK HARBOUR - SUNDAY EVENING
There is something about this quietness, the sun having gone down and the sky so full of color.
What are all those ferryboats doing going down so slowly, all by themselves, down the river?
What is all this darkness?
Where are all the people?
O, they'll be all around again, don't worry, they'll all come back again.
They'll be all around again after the darkness, after the dawn: they'll all be here again.
Robert Clairmont from "Quintillions"