Afternoon

It was sunny and warm that day. The flowers were starting to bloom and the trees were sprouting delicate green buds. It brought people out to the streets with babies in strollers, dogs on leashes, and fresh produce in tote bags.  There was movement everywhere – the normal cacophony of New York in springtime – but you could still find stillness. Was she watching? Resting? Brooding? The clunking of the old shutter didn’t seem to encroach upon her boundaries of calm amidst chaos.

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