HOME | DD

Description
It was particularly cold that afternoon next to the clock tower in Manhattan. Pigeons flew in all direction, looking for scraps of food carelessly left behind by a walking pedestrian. The ground felt damper every second of standing on it. Cars passing by at 35 miles per hour splashed melted snow at Walter’s feet. It didn’t matter anyway, his shoes were already ruined from walking in the snow. The clock struck 3:00 pm as most of the birds flew away, startled by the loud bang of the clock tower’s bell. The coat didn’t really protect against the bitter cold, but the scarf worked well to protect his face. Walter started walking down 1st Avenue, passing by clubs where people spent most of their time, drinking their lives away. He walked past the shops, were the owners worked their very hardest to keep a roof over their families heads. He passed the office building where he used to work, memories of anger and hatred lingered in Walter’s head. He continued to walk. Soon, he found himself in front of his old apartment, where he spent most of his time thinking about how much of his life has been wasted. What he could have done to prevent being driven into a dead end. The more he walked, the more time seemed to pass by. He saw his old high school, where he dreamed of pursuing the life he wanted, the job he wanted, the family, he wanted. He made and lost friends here, where all of them still had their entire life in front of them.
The people he passed by had the same look on their face, unhappy and cold. The people who could find their true place in life were in paradise. The sun was beginning to set, and Walter found himself at the clock tower again. The clock reached 5:30 and the birds had returned. The air was still as cold as ever.

Description
It was particularly cold that afternoon next to the clock tower in Manhattan. Pigeons flew in all direction, looking for scraps of food carelessly left behind by a walking pedestrian. The ground felt damper every second of standing on it. Cars passing by at 35 miles per hour splashed melted snow at Walter’s feet. It didn’t matter anyway, his shoes were already ruined from walking in the snow. The clock struck 3:00 pm as most of the birds flew away, startled by the loud bang of the clock tower’s bell. The coat didn’t really protect against the bitter cold, but the scarf worked well to protect his face. Walter started walking down 1st Avenue, passing by clubs where people spent most of their time, drinking their lives away. He walked past the shops, were the owners worked their very hardest to keep a roof over their families heads. He passed the office building where he used to work, memories of anger and hatred lingered in Walter’s head. He continued to walk. Soon, he found himself in front of his old apartment, where he spent most of his time thinking about how much of his life has been wasted. What he could have done to prevent being driven into a dead end. The more he walked, the more time seemed to pass by. He saw his old high school, where he dreamed of pursuing the life he wanted, the job he wanted, the family, he wanted. He made and lost friends here, where all of them still had their entire life in front of them.
The people he passed by had the same look on their face, unhappy and cold. The people who could find their true place in life were in paradise. The sun was beginning to set, and Walter found himself at the clock tower again. The clock reached 5:30 and the birds had returned. The air was still as cold as ever.