Prospect Park

I’m kicking back on my mandatory union smoke break and enjoying the scene (not the scenery, but the scene). She’s sharp, super hot and flaunts her intoxicating power like a subtle perfume, invisible but ever so present. I however, am impervious, hard as stone and unbreakable, I assume, as I am made of sand, stone and earth.  I’m also made from man and man’s imperfections. Dare I stare another moment?
Part of “Brooklyn Tales” Show