Not a love story, and yet a story of love…

Behind the grit and grime, behind the crunch and crime,

lies the magic and beauty of New York City — at least there once was for a would-be writer named Honora Gorman.

True, she was never published and her life tended to meander about well into old age. True, her notebooks gathered dust as she grew older, though she continued to buy new ones and fill them.

And true, the sparkling dream-like wonder of her first encounter with the city lost some of its luster over the years.

And yet — and yet, between the pen and the paper lay the the stubborn insistence that what she saw and felt was somehow essential, worthy of being recorded, and utterly beautiful in a strife-filled, struggling sort of way.

Nora (character): Give it up Honora.

Honey (character): Oh, let her dream…

The Notebooks of Honora Gorman: Fairytales, Whimsy, and Wonder – https://a.co/d/03R5khXL

(all images are from my Pinterest boards)