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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