Descriptive Essay: Why I Was New York City

I gaze out the droplet covered window at the bright line across the glistening blue water. All the stars are hiding timid behind the livid clouds. The moon peeks out, illuminating the river and casting an alluring reflection. The car makes loud ghastly sounds while speeding over the bridge. I look across to the bright jagged line, wishing that I could be over there. It represented freedom, independence, happiness; everything I didn’t have since we moved to this shabby town. Where was this bright line that brought be bliss? Why, it was New York City.