I walked the streets of New York. It was a cold day with nothing to look forward to. I wore a warm maroon scarf that held my attention and affection. I enjoyed the sensation of the cloth gripping firmly my neck. I would be out of this brisk evening shortly. The sun was setting but I had long since lost sight of the wheel behind rows of towers.
Day Ends
Day Ends
Day Ends
I walked the streets of New York. It was a cold day with nothing to look forward to. I wore a warm maroon scarf that held my attention and affection. I enjoyed the sensation of the cloth gripping firmly my neck. I would be out of this brisk evening shortly. The sun was setting but I had long since lost sight of the wheel behind rows of towers.