Top of the Rock

By Jenna Wang

Stepping onto the Top of the Rock, the sun shines in the aqua-blue sky. Yet my cheeks burn with icy coldness, from the cool breeze blowing against my face.

Leaning on the railing, I look down at the distant buildings. So faraway yet in a way- feels close, like a dream you just cant quite grasp.

Looking further in the distance, there is the Empire State- King of the City. Lady Liberty stands in all her glory, the Chrysler glistens under the suns rays.

On the Top of the Rock, I say to myself, This is New York.