A Lullaby And Snowstorm

Traffic horns and yellow cabs flooding Central Park South.

Steam rolling from a power plant. It paints a scenic landscape on East Fourteenth Street.

Fur coats rushing through the frenetic pace of Grand Central Station.

The Upper East Side retaining quaintness as it slowly fades into a steel and glass world.

Pigeons flocking to gourmet bread crumbs on a bitterly cold East Village morning.

The car horns, loud conversations and sirens collide with inner peace.

Snow falling! It creates slush, floods the sidewalks, reeking havoc & developing quirky memories.

Welcome back to the city, where boredom comes to die.

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  1. beautiful. beautiful. beautiful.

  2. Thanks so much! šŸ™‚


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