The pale sun was rising from the horizon during that cold winter morning, shedding red and yellow reflections on the old brick and steel buildings who dominated the narrow streets of the surrounding neighborhoods.
The cold and humid morning breeze whistled among the bare branches of the few trees which, in summer, colored a bit the landscape dominated by steel, asphalt and bricks, and it was accompanied by the sad sleepy song of the few remaining birds that decided to stay despite the harsh climate of February.
A shy ray of sunlight passes through the glass of the large window with poor wooden frames, illuminating the small and empty room: it's time.
The boy went down the small flight of stairs that he had traveled many times, that led to the small hall of the block of flats. In his hands, the last heavy suitcases recently closed, ready to be loaded on the car. That contained, folded and crammed a little in the auto and a little on the huge white truck of the moving company, the previous 18 years of his life, his emotions, the memories that, little by little, were taken away from the bare walls of the old apartment they were about to leave forever: Brooklyn, for better or worse, had been his home.
He took a deep breath and got into the car, behind them the truck was waiting, impatient, to start the trip for which he had been heavily paid. His parents had found a great job opportunity in another city, very far from the one where they lived at the moment, in another state: the only possible solution had been to move and he, aware of the opportunity that his parents had in hand, greeted his friends and acquaintances, and now he was calm to observe the succession of landscapes that the road offered him from the window, landscapes that were spinning disappearing fast behind them. It would take another 40 hours to get tho the place he would be calling his new forever home.
//Hi! lampoon there.
English isn't my main language, so I hope that I haven't made a lot of mistakes.
Hope you enjoy!
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