32nd street

An Essay By Brianna // 4/13/2009

The rush of cars and their angry horns drowned out every other sound. It was early November, and the first snow had crept down softly over night, to now fill the streets with dirty slush that splattered anxious people waiting on the corner of the sidewalk for the light to change.
The crowd was a curious mix between smartly dressed businessmen with their polished black shoes and watches that seemed to need to be kept an eye on, and ragged homeless people wrapped in their dirty coats, frowning at the world. Mostly everyone looked directly ahead. Some, to the ground. But very few looked up.
Little trees were crammed in places between tall buildings, standing out a bit awkwardly. The wind whistled through the airways the buildings created, with a great angry noise like a stormy ocean. It blew the forlorn looking leaves in a disorganized way, so that they seemed to say "which way?". But their whisper was peaceful, even in indecision, somehow.
The sidewalk, dirty with all that's around it, runs off in all directions; worn and tread upon. Thousands of feet and thousands of ways; all with some direction...but never here for long. Passing, day after day, with no more than a glance or fleeting thought to which way.
Light colored pigeons, and a few doves, scattered playfully about. Their wings caught the sun, and shone with it as they dove through the sky. The sky...: somewhere way up high, beyond even, the tops of the state buildings that towered above everything as if to clear the clouds away.
It was noisy all around. But it could be quiet within. Even standing on 32nd street. Even with the cars rushing by in endless streams of furry. Even with the people, talking, running, walking, yelling, rushing back and forth. There could be quiet, if you stared up at the blowing leaves. You could watch the pigeons scatter, and wish you knew how to fly, with the wind through your hair. And if you raised your head, raised your eyes, beyond the buildings, beyond the noise, you could catch a glimpse of the sky. Somewhere beyond this. Where it was silent. And you could be still.



This was very beautifully done!!! I really liked your descriptions!!! Lovely job!

"Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising,
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!"
~Return of the King

Elizabeth | Tue, 04/14/2009


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine


This is so beautiful, Brianna!
"...this is my tale, and it is ended. Good-bye." Pippin

Bernadette | Tue, 04/14/2009

I agree, your descriptions

I agree, your descriptions were lovely and insightful. Good job!

"I cain't be sure in the dark, but I think I blowed his head clean off."
~Grandma Lizzy - when asked what she did about the copperhead on her back porch

Mary | Tue, 04/14/2009

Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Love it Bri. I liked the

Love it Bri. I liked the part about the leaves. Was it inspired in Pittsburg?? ;)

"When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better and more amazing."

Mairead | Tue, 04/14/2009


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Ditto to all

This is beautiful, Brianna.
"Sing as if no one is listening;
Dance like no one is watching;
Live as if you will die tomorrow;
Love like it will never hurt."
-Old Irish Saying

Clare Marie | Tue, 04/14/2009

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Very great. I really like

Very great. I really like the last part. I know I've felt like this before.

Sarah B. | Tue, 04/14/2009


lotsa descriptions, nice. =)
hey, i got a question: when u submit four samples of your writing to be a monthly writer, when do you hear back? will you be told yes or no? and what exactly changes when you become a monthly writer?

Anonymous | Tue, 04/14/2009

in reply

It depends on when Ben gets back to you, I think. He will decide yes or no, depending. To find out more about being a frequent writer, you can go here: http://www.apricotpie.com/join and scroll down to #4. :)

Brianna | Tue, 04/14/2009

"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa


Hey Brianna, this is a really nice piece!

Amy | Thu, 04/16/2009

Beautiful, and perfectly

Beautiful, and perfectly captures a feeling I often get in a city. Kind of a need to find yourself amidst all the rest of humanity. Very poetic title as well :)

Christa | Fri, 06/12/2009


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