I've now lived in Brooklyn for about a year now. I love it. I've dreamed about living here since I was 17 years old. That's a little over 10 years ago now. So you could say that I'm living the dream.
The best part of Brooklyn are the walks around my neighborhood in winter. There's just something magical about winter. It's snowing, and everything looks so delicate and fragile that you have to hold your breath when you come close to a snowflake, so you don't melt it with your warm breath. And even though I'm the only one walking around the streets at winter, it's actually very calming.
Brooklyn in winter really is just amazing...
Although, there is one little thing that bothers me a bit. One time, when I was walking my daily trip around the block and through the park, I noticed that the streets were really icy. Extremely icy, actually. I didn't pay much attention as I should so I just kept in walking.
Then I slipped on the ice and with a chuff! I gouged my eyes on the wrought iron fence. I felt my blood running down my cheeks and screamed at the top of my lungs. It was an unbearable pain that had no end. I screamed for help, but as I said before I was the only one outside.
I tried to pull myself out of the iron fence, but I couldn't stand properly. The ice on the pavement was too slippery to stand on without falling. So I tried again and again to stand up straight, but it just made me fall deeper through the wrought iron fence and made the pain even more torturous. I was unable to free myself.
That's how I lost my eyesight, and got a slight brain damage. But I don't hold a grudge. I mean, Brooklyn is still a lovely place. Well, that's what I'm being told anyway.
