Here I will post the opening scene for my creative nonfiction essay .
Love was definitely in the air that Saturday of February 14th, the city was painted red. A loud horn from an angry truck blew at the cars in front of it but no one moved an inch, even though the light shined green. Everyone seemed to be in a rush including me, as I pushed through the crowded sidewalks which a man selling Valentine’s Day roses and bear took up half of it up. I needed flowers but I didn’t stop for them, I didn’t have the time but a crowd of people made the time. Circling around him yelling their orders and waving their money. A woman dressed in all red from head to toe stopped me to complement my red accessories “I love your scarf” she whispered. I replied with a smile but I didn’t have the time to stop and talk. Besides my watch racing past each hour, the temperature felt like it was somewhere between 0 and negative 10. The wind hit my face like a thousand tiny sharp knives, leaving my face completely numb and my fingers not too far from numb making it hard for me to feel the love that was once in the air.
Love was definitely in the air that Saturday of February 14th, the city was painted red. A loud horn from an angry truck blew at the cars in front of it but no one moved an inch, even though the light shined green. Everyone seemed to be in a rush including me, as I pushed through the crowded sidewalks which a man selling Valentine’s Day roses and bear took up half of it up. I needed flowers but I didn’t stop for them, I didn’t have the time but a crowd of people made the time. Circling around him yelling their orders and waving their money. A woman dressed in all red from head to toe stopped me to complement my red accessories “I love your scarf” she whispered. I replied with a smile but I didn’t have the time to stop and talk. Besides my watch racing past each hour, the temperature felt like it was somewhere between 0 and negative 10. The wind hit my face like a thousand tiny sharp knives, leaving my face completely numb and my fingers not too far from numb making it hard for me to feel the love that was once in the air.