The moment I was treated to just a slither of the view below I was agog. It was waiting for me to marvel. Snow flakes had been pirouetting through the air for some days and the streets were quilted by the purest of whites. Somehow it cushioned the air, dampening any sound made within its walls of soft shrouds, until the city became a low murmuring version of itself.

From the 86th floor the world pales into insignificance; up here, everything is diminutive at the mercy of my place of power. There is not a single face or a solitary voice, just jutting columns of glassy steel that peer feebly from beneath with envious scowls.

Where the steel blue sky meets the white caps of each building, a warm flame hue subtly burns. I could stay here until the sun orders those white blankets away again.

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  1. 16 September 2014 / 10:26 pm

    I felt like I was reading a flowing poem. Well done. Don’t worry about your descriptions, they are esoteric but powerful.

    • 16 September 2014 / 11:37 pm

      Thank you very much, I am so very happy to hear that!

  2. 17 September 2014 / 9:13 pm

    I was there less than a month ago. My hotel, on a street in the upper end of Chelsea, enjoyed an inexpensive luxury of a roof terrace. From there I enjoyed a first-night’s breeze and impeccable view of the beautifully lit 86th floor; all while I enjoyed a Manhattan or three. The following morning I was up high, slightly fuzzy-headed, looking unsuccessfully Downtown for my hotel.

    No snow flakes for me. Not this time. I’m sure I’ll be back.

    I’ve said before and I will say again – I do love the way you write.

    • 17 September 2014 / 9:24 pm

      Hi stranger, I wandered over to your blog just yesterday to see where you were!

      That sounds blissful. I do love a Manhattan, or without wanting to be too predictable… a good Cosmopolitan. I haven’t been back for a while, but I have been craving some more apple in my life.

      And thank you, as always.

      • 17 September 2014 / 10:50 pm

        I am indeed a stranger. Fucking “real-life”.

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