In the morning, early in the morning,
far too early in the morning,
I rise and stumble toward the bathroom,
the vista out my window catches my attention;
I pause to watch the sun dance in shades of red
on the buildings of Morningside Heights,
calling to mind the mesas on the Colorado Plateau.
For the longest time I stand,
feeding my spirit on the city canyons’ beauty.
17 September 2011
Shire on the Hudson
Along the Graybeard Trail 
You have such a gift for description. "feeding my spirit on the city canyon's beauty" Just lovely.!
A lot of folks play with that image of the city – NYC – being filled with canyons – a NYC Irish band Black 47 has a song – I can’t exactly remember it, but it focuses on the canyons of the city.