the morning thereafter
the morning sky was painted with an array of colours from hues of pink and orange to the bluest of blue. as the sun slowly rose from behind the silhouetted skyline those wisps of clouds took on shadows, giving the picture a dramatic feel. the fading crescent moon hanging high in the sky gave the finishing touch; that was my thursday morning.
the sky was a blanket of grey and the wind was sweeping across the broadway as i walked down orchard road. it felt strangely foreign as the usually busy street was suddenly quiet with those few remaining people heading for the metro and somehow i felt really out of place too, as though i'm a traveler in another city.
i've watched bride wars and gosh i love the apartments in new york with those windows and yes i believe i have written about those windows before but nevertheless for the things we love ,it doesn't hurt to mention them several times. and never forget that the tree lined avenue with bakeries and cafes just around the corner.
you know the feeling you get while walking into the departure hall on a wintry early spring morning. the skies are cloudy with the chilly wind sweeping past and there's the scent of jet fuel lingering in the air. grab a cuppa coffee and chill as you wait for the boarding gates to be open and in the mean time, just day dream.
the sky was a blanket of grey and the wind was sweeping across the broadway as i walked down orchard road. it felt strangely foreign as the usually busy street was suddenly quiet with those few remaining people heading for the metro and somehow i felt really out of place too, as though i'm a traveler in another city.
i've watched bride wars and gosh i love the apartments in new york with those windows and yes i believe i have written about those windows before but nevertheless for the things we love ,it doesn't hurt to mention them several times. and never forget that the tree lined avenue with bakeries and cafes just around the corner.
you know the feeling you get while walking into the departure hall on a wintry early spring morning. the skies are cloudy with the chilly wind sweeping past and there's the scent of jet fuel lingering in the air. grab a cuppa coffee and chill as you wait for the boarding gates to be open and in the mean time, just day dream.


