New York, part 1
Once upon a time, in the middle of July, a writer girl hopped on a train in her purple chucks and went to a big city with her husband to celebrate her birthday.
First, they entered a grand place called Union Station, a small city unto itself. Then they boarded a train, which was a particular treat for the writer girl since she had never traveled by train before.
Off they went, speeding through one state after another, past smokestacks still standing even after the building is long gone.
Through fields and over rivers and lakes.
Past train stations, far too silent for such a sunny day.
Past junkyards graced by ornate bridges.
Through and around great cities, boasting tall, shiny buildings.
Under bridges, through the warm air, the train rumbled. Until it reached its destination: the land of Broadway.