The due on the grass this morning was frozen
Trees transcending into forest green from light brick red
Smoke is escaping from the chimneys and the dirty exhaust pipes
Fog covers the skyline
Behind it, is the light of the sun
Faint pink dispersing as I get closer
Bless you
Though the traffic is still heavy
The rush is still going
It's hard to forget the atmosphere of the city
Even on this fall morning
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