Ode To Wintertime

Watching the white flakes blow by as I gingerly step out to the glorious city. Each time I take a step and hear a crunch, a new thought appears. The trees sparkle with newborn lights. The park is filled with parents and children gazing up at the sky. I see a new spirit in all. Decorations are in the windows of every shop. This is New York, after all. The crowds move from the subway, and I hop in the car. I hold the pole, brushing off excess snow. “5th Avenue 73rd Street!” I hear, and jump off just in time. The gates close after me, as I put on my scarf. I step onto the slippery stairs, and find myself in the city again. The world watches as I enter a store. I buy a beautiful coat for my mother and a perfume for myself. A sale was happening, and I got half off the perfume. I exit, now looking like a proper tourist with a paper bag. The breeze flies by, thrusting white flakes at me. A beautiful day for shopping. How I wish that my friends had come. O glorious days of winter!