New Jersey is within my view. I can see the part that is mostly untouched by man-made things. It sits in the background as a constant reminder of the past, while in front of it sits the present. I see buildings of brick & mortar, steel & glass. To the bottom right of the window, a park sits there. Quietly.
The park is full of movement, despite the cold weather. People play soccer and football on the turf, while the kids run up and down the park covered in snow. The pine trees sit, cuddled in the warmth of their leaves while the bare trees sit there lonely, without there leaves. The cars pass by the park, zipping up and down 11th Avenue, rushing to and from work.
Work hour(s): 1 hour
