War of the Seasons
War of the Seasons
The eastbound winds blowing hard from the countries mid-west chugged grey wintry clouds through the Chrysler Buildings stainless steel spire.
Like an ocean going freighter they lumbered by endlessly.
In between the darkened train of winters last trail shot sun bursts through holes of blue that caused squints as the arrows of rays ricocheted off of the towers into unguarded eyes.
To see the big battleship clouds fire out burst of white snow flakes against the dueling skies made for wonder as the seasons jousted for control of the world above the city.
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