It was getting late, pouring down rain, and we still had quite a few blocks to go. Ducking in and around awnings, we got a very different view of New York than our usual.

At one stop, with no next shelter in sight, the store sign hit me as strangely funny: “99¢ Dreams.”

Cheap dreams, small ones: a little ole hat or umbrella: just a bit o’ shelter; that’s all.

Nope. All closed. Gate down. None for you.

Tonight’s your night to get soaked.

(Taken July 2010)