Crunch... Crunch.... The sound of my heavy footsteps rudely interrupts the eerie silence that fills the park. Every step I take leaves a fresh, crisp footprint in the snow, as if I am the only person to have ever been here. Icy air whistles around my ears, causing my skin to tingle and sting whilst snowflakes parachute gently down from the sky. Some branches of the trees bow with the heavy load they are carrying, however, other branches are bare; they claw up to the sky like witches fingers. Everything glistens, as if a fairy has sprinkled her dust over the entire world. Lining the pathway, street lamps stand proudly like soldiers guarding their territory. The air smells pure and fresh. Everything seems quieter. Almost muffled. There is a sense of serenity in the atmosphere; winter is finally here...
The world around me was imprisoned in a glair-white silence. The branches of the trees bow with the heavy load they are carrying, bending towards the floor. It makes me think, what if only they could shake themselves like a dog covered in water does?
Colors are brighter against the pure white blanket that spreads as far as the eye can see. The houses become works of art, with their beautiful undisturbed snowy roofs. Aerials and chimneys become sculptures, taking on new forms.
Nobody attempts to try and drive their cars, as the roads are too treacherous. This adds to the eeriness and quietness. Snowmen creations appear on every corner. Lovingly made with cold, wet hands. There are fat ones, thin ones, wobbly ones, and tiny ones. But what always makes me sad is that it will all melt away, normality will resume. All that will be left is the grey, dirty slush and the memories of another rare day in the snow
Colors are brighter against the pure white blanket that spreads as far as the eye can see. The houses become works of art, with their beautiful undisturbed snowy roofs. Aerials and chimneys become sculptures, taking on new forms.
Nobody attempts to try and drive their cars, as the roads are too treacherous. This adds to the eeriness and quietness. Snowmen creations appear on every corner. Lovingly made with cold, wet hands. There are fat ones, thin ones, wobbly ones, and tiny ones. But what always makes me sad is that it will all melt away, normality will resume. All that will be left is the grey, dirty slush and the memories of another rare day in the snow
Christmas is knocking on the door...
Since being a little girl and watching the movie Home alone 2: Lost in New York, I have dreamt of seeing Rockefeller Center at Christmas. This year my dream came true!
The Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree in New York City has been a symbol of the Holidays in the United States for the past eight decades. It is lit from the end of November to early January and sits on Rockefeller Center Plaza.
Night and day, New Yorkers and tourists come to take pictures in front of the tree to celebrate the end of the year. The streets close to the plaza are blocked off by police to allow the thousands of people to come in and out of the area. Each year, the tree lighting ceremony welcomes world renowned artists who perform before the lights go up.
With this in mind, I wish you all Happy Christmas & a happy New Year!
With love from Boston,
Sibel
The Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree in New York City has been a symbol of the Holidays in the United States for the past eight decades. It is lit from the end of November to early January and sits on Rockefeller Center Plaza.
Night and day, New Yorkers and tourists come to take pictures in front of the tree to celebrate the end of the year. The streets close to the plaza are blocked off by police to allow the thousands of people to come in and out of the area. Each year, the tree lighting ceremony welcomes world renowned artists who perform before the lights go up.
With this in mind, I wish you all Happy Christmas & a happy New Year!
With love from Boston,
Sibel
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