A hot summer afternoon, helped partly by a cold coffee moisting the thirsty mouth. I sipped the coffee sitting in a park bench surrounded by rather dense bushes. The park was in the middle of a bustling traffic, cars honking for pedestrians walking despite the red signal and the driver yelling them to watch the light before they step into the crosswalk, an ambulance struggling to find its way in the crowd, roadside mobile carts trying to make a good bargain with the flocking tourists, people coming in and out of the subway with their eyes fixed on their mobile phones rather than the road, shoppers carrying extra-large bags bumping others on the move without realizing they are doing so.
It was just a typically busy New York City scene. Everything was as usual and nothing drew my particular attention until a nonchalant stretching of the arms made me look up at the sky. Something caught my attention. It was an unnatural blend of cotton-candy Clouds and the glass-box skyscrapers. The blend was so perfect whilst it seemed both were extending their arms into each other. Like the cloud needed a mirror to adjust her makeup for the evening. After all, She is mother nature, isn’t she?