Long Way Home

It was with heavy steps that he walked the chasm that was sixth Ave. The ice slightly crunching beneath his feet and puffy white clouds exiting his mouth as he walked to the crosswalk. Taking a moment to glance uptown, he felt a little like a superhero from one of those comic books. The infinite rows of buildings were mountains that promised an endless journey. And the lone bird watching from above, a familiar friend. This city and its endless possible stories were a constant inspiration to him. It was, after all, his city.