Post by Lady Idril on Mar 2, 2007 4:12:20 GMT -5
A/N: Well this is something I wrote between the hours of 2 and 3am. So get that sense of humor out, people!
Rating: K
Autumn in Manhattan was something spectacular, especially in the city. There was a chill in the air that brought life to everyone, a spark into the eyes of strangers. The colors of leaves were a mesh of deep reds and oranges, browns and golds; they contrasted with the gray clouds in the sky. There was a beautiful simplicity to this season, she thought; a sort of warmth despite the chill. It was something that had never failed to amaze her.
If it was possible for a city to appeal to a certain season - or vice versa, for that matter - then New York most definitely appealed to autumn. If only one season could be experienced in the city year-round, it would be autumn. New York was made for it.
People still bopped for apples here. Pumpkins were carved, scarecrows were perched outside windows and shops, festivals and concerts basked in the season. There were caramel apples and candy corn, cinnamon - and, most importantly, cider. There were pony rides on the Upper West Side, even. It was a remarkable experience, and every year was just a refreshing as the last.
She smiled to herself and felt a shudder of delight run through her as she hugged two to-go cups of coffee tightly, cold hands warmed greatly by the extra-hot liquid. Her steps were remarkably fast as she made her way down one of the city’s less-riotous streets. She was in no particular rush, however; not for warmth or time, not for anything. As far as she was concerned, she could walk around this city forever.
It had always amazed her how the bustle of one of the world’s largest, most active cities did not inhibit her. In fact, it seemed to calm her nerves. Since she was a small girl she knew the rural, farming life was for her. Horseback riding for the fun of it with perhaps a few small, inconsequential shows thrown in. Never had she imagined that a city like New York would capture her heart like a pirate or a thief;
But it most certainly had.
Despite her obstinacy, the idea of a life in calm, reclusive suburbia was obliterated the moment she came to this magical place. Intimidation had not even bothered to rear it’s ugly head. It was no match for the chemistry between her heart and New York. Someone had once put into perfect words the way this city worked. “You could be surrounded by thousands of people, and still feel alone.” Alone, but not in that horrible, cold way that the word tends to encompass nowadays. Rather, that beautiful, black-and-white sensation of being in perfect sync with your mind, the feeling of no worries or insecurities. She could feel that way in the midst of mayhem, but only here.
The city was a contradiction, she thought; warmth in the cold seasons, reclusion in the biggest crowds; and yet it was perfectly sensible. The thought made her laugh. She had always thought of herself as a walking contradiction as well. How perfectly fitting.
Finally reaching the old brownstone that she called home, she took one last, deep breath and basked in the comfort of her favorite place in the world. After fighting for a moment with the finicky lock on the front door, she entered the building and only moments later she further fought with the lock on the door to her apartment.
“Coffee’s here,” she hollered as she kicked the door closed with a booted foot. She heard her sister talking on the phone, and from the relaxed, uninhibited tone of voice she knew the phone call was to their mother upstate.
“Sweet! Thanks, dude!”
She laughed to herself. If it wasn’t “George” it was “Dude”. How did her sister ever come up with such unfortunate nicknames? It made her smile, though, and she would not wish for anything else.
She noticed a package on the table and peered curiously at it, smiling brightly at the return address. The name read “Louise”. She wondered when her long-time friend would ever come to visit her. Someday, she mused.
The music exuding from her sister’s bedroom caused her to subconsciously nod her head as she set down the coffee cup and turned on her computer. After checking her e-mail and responding to her beloved online friends, she opened up the novel she had been working on and focused her mind. There was a positive energy flowing through her, and she knew what she wanted to write.
She mused for a moment at her life. There was not one thing about it should would change. She was in a blissful state of serenity, everything was perfect.
finis
Rating: K
The City
Autumn in Manhattan was something spectacular, especially in the city. There was a chill in the air that brought life to everyone, a spark into the eyes of strangers. The colors of leaves were a mesh of deep reds and oranges, browns and golds; they contrasted with the gray clouds in the sky. There was a beautiful simplicity to this season, she thought; a sort of warmth despite the chill. It was something that had never failed to amaze her.
If it was possible for a city to appeal to a certain season - or vice versa, for that matter - then New York most definitely appealed to autumn. If only one season could be experienced in the city year-round, it would be autumn. New York was made for it.
People still bopped for apples here. Pumpkins were carved, scarecrows were perched outside windows and shops, festivals and concerts basked in the season. There were caramel apples and candy corn, cinnamon - and, most importantly, cider. There were pony rides on the Upper West Side, even. It was a remarkable experience, and every year was just a refreshing as the last.
She smiled to herself and felt a shudder of delight run through her as she hugged two to-go cups of coffee tightly, cold hands warmed greatly by the extra-hot liquid. Her steps were remarkably fast as she made her way down one of the city’s less-riotous streets. She was in no particular rush, however; not for warmth or time, not for anything. As far as she was concerned, she could walk around this city forever.
It had always amazed her how the bustle of one of the world’s largest, most active cities did not inhibit her. In fact, it seemed to calm her nerves. Since she was a small girl she knew the rural, farming life was for her. Horseback riding for the fun of it with perhaps a few small, inconsequential shows thrown in. Never had she imagined that a city like New York would capture her heart like a pirate or a thief;
But it most certainly had.
Despite her obstinacy, the idea of a life in calm, reclusive suburbia was obliterated the moment she came to this magical place. Intimidation had not even bothered to rear it’s ugly head. It was no match for the chemistry between her heart and New York. Someone had once put into perfect words the way this city worked. “You could be surrounded by thousands of people, and still feel alone.” Alone, but not in that horrible, cold way that the word tends to encompass nowadays. Rather, that beautiful, black-and-white sensation of being in perfect sync with your mind, the feeling of no worries or insecurities. She could feel that way in the midst of mayhem, but only here.
The city was a contradiction, she thought; warmth in the cold seasons, reclusion in the biggest crowds; and yet it was perfectly sensible. The thought made her laugh. She had always thought of herself as a walking contradiction as well. How perfectly fitting.
Finally reaching the old brownstone that she called home, she took one last, deep breath and basked in the comfort of her favorite place in the world. After fighting for a moment with the finicky lock on the front door, she entered the building and only moments later she further fought with the lock on the door to her apartment.
“Coffee’s here,” she hollered as she kicked the door closed with a booted foot. She heard her sister talking on the phone, and from the relaxed, uninhibited tone of voice she knew the phone call was to their mother upstate.
“Sweet! Thanks, dude!”
She laughed to herself. If it wasn’t “George” it was “Dude”. How did her sister ever come up with such unfortunate nicknames? It made her smile, though, and she would not wish for anything else.
She noticed a package on the table and peered curiously at it, smiling brightly at the return address. The name read “Louise”. She wondered when her long-time friend would ever come to visit her. Someday, she mused.
The music exuding from her sister’s bedroom caused her to subconsciously nod her head as she set down the coffee cup and turned on her computer. After checking her e-mail and responding to her beloved online friends, she opened up the novel she had been working on and focused her mind. There was a positive energy flowing through her, and she knew what she wanted to write.
She mused for a moment at her life. There was not one thing about it should would change. She was in a blissful state of serenity, everything was perfect.
finis
The city has always been a part of me.
I'm originally from just outside the city, but I knew the moment I went to Manhattan that there was something special about it. It makes me so happy ;D Glad you liked it, sis!
Truly. I bit of honest criticism makes me very determined.