A friend of mine wrote this, could you do me a favour and read it and comment what you think? Thanks :) ~Ron I threw open the doors of my New York apartment bedroom on the crisp sunny winters morning and observed my surroundings. A concrete forest wrapped safely by a thin blanket of the last snow of winter lay before my awakening eyes. Never has New York looked so magnificent than when covered by snow and this tiny smattering was like glistening perfection. The normally gray buildings which use their vertical walls of hundreds of tiny windows to break through the cloud and become invisible to the passer by down below, now in the clear sky gleam with the cleanliness of the snow which has brushed past in the hours previously, allowing each building to twinkle like earth born stars. These glimmering windows create a pattern in the sky of hundreds of different lines of reflected light, almost as if the tiny particles have their own highway system far above the pavements and are desperately trying to rush from one place to another.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 22:09:23 +0000
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