Window
The Window
As I approach the window to my living room, I can feel the breeze from the warm air passing through the house. The curtains blow furiously around, dancing with one another in what seems to be some ancient primal ritual. Before I even look outside, I can already hear the world speeding by outside.
I peer out the window; the air carries with it a distinctive smell. Exhaust from the cars that fly chaotically around, all the people walking on the street. The smell of the sea breeze, and the brisk salty water that carries all the other smells around like a horse and carriage. Hundreds of fragrances that all come together to form one unique sensation. Even a man without sight could see the picture of the city formed by the chorus of aroma?s.
Looking down upon the city, one can almost feel rushed by the organized chaos below. People all hurrying from one place to another, bunched together walking in invisible lines like a herd of sheep. Careful not to infringe on others space, the lines of people bend and move. Making their way through the maze of
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