|From Summer 2012|
This summer, right after school ended, we went off on vacation, and spent the second leg of our trip in New York City. It was my first time visiting. We only stayed three nights, but by the end of our last day I realized that I’d completely fallen in love with the city.
After the quiet serenity of the small town where we had stayed in Holland, New York was something else entirely.
The lawns in Holland had been neatly trimmed, the sidewalks were a uniform shade of light gray, no trash littered the ground. There was hardly any traffic. At dusk, dark shadows cast linings on the clouds, all at once transforming the town into a watercolored landscape, and I remembered the watercolor my sister had bought earlier in the day. It captured the city exactly as I remember it now– neat, visually pretty, but lacking a certain vibrant quality. Read the rest of this entry »