Don't worry guys, I got this.
16/02/2010
Palpable.
Twisting and pirouetting in the wind arc thousands of frozen crystals, jostled and pushed horizontal by an uncaring gust, winter’s breath. Crisp New England apple scent; then cold sharp impact, ice against skin. Silence of the fall indifferent to the seething humanity below; thumping car stereo bass, bleary eyed commuters screaming into speakerboxes for coffee, squeal and bang of garbage cans slammed into dump trucks. Just above is tranquil chaos; silent, spinning, choreographed chaos.
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