The Cold Air

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Have you ever wanted to fly? 

Just feel light as a feather with the cold wind cooling your shaking body? That's what she felt. She felt like an angel soaring through the sky. The bustling city of New York went on its nightly routine, no one would know of her or what she was up to yet she dwelled on every detail she saw. From the young singer on the corner struggling to get a penny in his hat to the happy family who were all wearing designer clothing. Everyone passes by each other without sparing glances towards one another. The rich family didn't bat an eye at the boy struggling to collect money and just continued on their new IPhones. All the cars that passed were either bright joyful yellow taxis that were driven by miserable and tired people or dark slick black branded cars. The lights caught her attention the most, those beautiful and enchanting lights. All of them swirling together like a colourful wonderland, like some imaginary place with no issues.

But it was just that. Imaginary.