Descriptive Essay - New York City in the Morning -- Descriptive Essay,

A violin song pulls us out of sleep, dreams of trains and pineapples, like a silk rope. He notices the morning light come to the wall. In the city we left only a few days ago, we learned about waking up before dawn, not to the light, but to the stirring that moves the gillyflower in our thighs and hands. The morning was ancient before the sun even rose. Rising early in New York City allows you to hear the birds on the street. When we emerged from the tight admission leading out of the apartment, I saw that the color of the sidewalk and street matched the tone of the sky. A perfectly unassuming shade to provide backdrop for the colour taxis and traffic signals. Scuff went out heels of our cowboy boots over the sparkling sidewalk. Sparkling with grit and cement. Maybe to combat the snobbery of c...