Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers: “No, this will be my last.”
Lyrics from “The Wind Cries Mary” by Jimi Hendrix, 1967.
Photo by Rick Stachura. Reflection of 725 5th Avenue (left) and 432 Park Avenue (right) on West 57th Street. October 5, 2026.