I wrote this a year ago for school so cut me some slack please ______ I could hear the sound of the melting snow, being squished under my feet. To form the shape of the imprint on the bottom of my designer black snow boots, which kept my feet warm in the mitsed of the frosty, New York December. The red warn out coat covering my body from my knee length to my neck, all three buttons snapped into its place. My white wool hat covering the dark wavy hair that descended past my shoulders. Two of my own hands stuffed into my pockets. Gloves don't come in much use when you tend to leave them at home by mistake. I quickly picked up my pace while crossing the intersection, after I heard the sharp whistle, from a man in uniform standing in the middle of the road, directing traffic. All the last minute shoppers followed my lead to the other side of the street. Then continued sprawling from store to store, looking for gifts that will most likely end up in the bottom of a closet for years to come. The whole city was decked out in yearly celebration of Jesus' birth. Wreaths with small red bows, tied onto the top of each light pole. Christmas trees with white lights wrapped around them in each store display. Some trees even placed outside of window ledges, that were rented apartments above busy stores. Each tree, looking cloned to one-another. Long cords of white lights, pasted on the bricks that were placed in-between window's that went on for 3 stories high. Tiny water droplets ...
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