I love New York

in winter

The crowds

the subway jams

the smell of chestnuts burning

The street vendors selling fashions from a cardboard box

The cabs screeching through the tunnel

The people hurrying through life

I love Manhattan

on a frosty wintry day

The delis

the doormen

The shops that lure you to their wares

The park shedding down for snow

The clopping sounds of horses drawing hansom cabs

The people queuing up for sales

I love the Apple

in mid-December

The hint of snow

the Christmas tinsel

The wind that bites and frosts your nose

The snug little bars where dreams are sold

The food in Macy's Cellar - the sights, the smells, the sounds

And the people - everywhere - the people

~ (C) ~
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