Dark Days

As the storm rolled in, I peered down from one of the many monoliths in the big city. What started out as a bright and sunny day quickly turned into a dark and gloomy setting. Down below, its citizens were undaunted. With umbrellas clutched over them, I could almost hear the pitter-patter of their footsteps as they hopped over puddles and went about their business amongst the sounds of honking cabs splashing in the streets. I couldn’t help but marvel at how New York’s spirit can be inspiring, even in its darkest days.