The city
There was no point in crying, but still couldn´t help it. It gave me an instant headache.
The last rays of sun were cascading down the city. It was beautiful. Golden and blue and orange and every other color showered buildings and streets alike. People walking by, couples hand in hand, the bridges all full of cars, and the heat slowly giving away space for a fresh afternoon. Getting down from the train I had to secure my jacket in place. Dreams of living in the city had been in my mind since I was 12, but never pictured the circumstances to be like this.
Buying a metro ticket was a necessity in this place. Suddenly, a rush surged through me, like the whole city was at the reach of my fingertips, and I knew exactly what my first stop had to be.
It all seemed to run on a rush around me: tourists and taxis, and locals, and vendors; even in broad daylight they had bright big screens and lights around them, in the small alleys there were dozens of posters one on top of another, and I couldn´t help but smile knowing this was the right place. Broadway.