Clear sky, busy streets and active peddlers - same thing like yesterday. A bright and sunny day it was. The cool breeze is felt even with the smoke around the environment. Only thing left is a cup of coffee, some bread and cigar to finish off. The smell of the newspaper was enough to compliment the breakfast. Everything is falling off to place and seems like the day would go great.
Walking around is pleasing - seeing people work their ass off to feed their families. A small smile to people who can afford to look. A simple greeting given to who had the time from their occupied lives. A warm heart and some change to humbled beggars. There's peace amidst the hustling and rustling people can be in this jungle called New York City.
All is well like the sky with no darkness. The sun was giving a clement stare. And there it was.
It wasn't a big bird flying high in the clouds. Why would it be in a place where habitat isn't close? It couldn't be Superman. Why would he be in a place where serenity is a continuous melody among the people? It could be a plane, yes it was. It was gliding freely but something changed as it stooped down. Heart pounded profusely, it was echoing inside the body like a drum. It couldn't be, then it hit.
Debris were falling as people run to cover. A few moments, another hit and another and another. There were explosions not like the fire crackers. They were whole, big and bellowing as if a 100-foot giant gave a massive whop to scare people off. It definitely scared people, they ran and ran. Ran into circles and ended up having a fallen object over them or a fast car evading items would bump them.
Above, people were calling for help. They were shouting 'til their throats burst but no one was coming. A child cried as his mother was trapped. He was a fortunate one - to play hide and seek with his mother before the incident and knowing she will forever hide and he will forever seek.
Thinking it will never stop, help came. The sirens were deafening to the ears and striking to the heart - there were lives lost and they could never save them.
Then it rained.
It was different. It rained, it rained hard but not the familiar rain. The broken glass glittered like rain drops falling. It was falling hard accompanied by gusty shattered dreams. It couldn't been worse, but it was. The rain stopped and hail came crashing, not also the usual hail. Bodies fall like the leaves in autumn - freely. It was a gruesome sight and it was never going to end.
But it did, a colossal was coming from beyond. The memory will always haunt the future of being, but why not be part of it? After all, we are food to worms and feritilizer to plants. It was coming. It came and landed with a bang. It created a great fog that came to be the burial.
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Good night, it was indeed a pleasant day - to lie in the streets and feel the whole world and its warmth and never care less.