A broken
summer in the
snow
Snowflakes are
striking to the running train's
window. It is pretty cold
outside. Although heater is on inside of the car, all the passengers
are still look like freezing.
Even though
I am wearing a northface, the cold goes
into me. I can't feel anything like a frozen
heart inside. When I look outside of the train, the
scene is misty by snow. Nothing is clear.
The train stops at a station, some people take off and some take in. At the moment of the train starts moving, I see a couple on the platform. They are looking at each other and laughing heartily. Such as a prejudice, she is suddenly appeared in my mind though I know that there is nothing to be related.
The train stops at a station, some people take off and some take in. At the moment of the train starts moving, I see a couple on the platform. They are looking at each other and laughing heartily. Such as a prejudice, she is suddenly appeared in my mind though I know that there is nothing to be related.
She was in the
train, in this New York city at that time. We were together in a New
York summer. Nostalgia brings me back to the past, makes my heart
warm and drives out the cold.
Differently,
at that time the sun produced the intense heat as thrice or forth as
today. Almost all the people on the train were in shorts and blouses.
A lady wore nearly two pieces. We made a whisper about her and
laughed secretly, but us too, wore shorts and T-shirts.
It was still early about 8:00 A.M, we headed to join the free ticket line for Shakespeare in the park. Shakespeare in the park was one of the most famous activity of New York summer. It was since 50 years ago, held at the Delacorte Theater in Central Park. To attend the performance, everyone had to get the ticket on that day of the performance. Although tickets were distributed at 1:00 P.M, people had started to line at 6:00 A.M. It was a real great show of New York, every show was attended by 1500 people at least, and it totaled over 4 millions since 1954.
When we arrived, the line was nearly a mile long, some people had been sitting on the folding chair, some had been sitting on the mat, almost everyone had snack boxes and water bottles. Some wore hats, some used umbrella to cover the sun. We stood behind a fleshy woman. She fluttered her fun continuously, sweat were rolling down on her face and neck ceaselessly.
Little Snow winked me and approached to the woman and closer to get the air form her. I pretended acting to appeal Ms. Fleshy, Little Snow bit her lower lip and showed her small fist to me. When she was always biting her lower lip, her protrude upper lip was more lovely. We laughed by looking at each other and kissed. As for a Burmese couple, kissing in front of the people was very strange at first, but we imitated quickly. As a Chinese Burmese girl, her narrow eyes are always narrower whenever she is laughing.
“Why do you like me? I'm not beautiful,” she said. She always used to say whenever we're together alone.
It was still early about 8:00 A.M, we headed to join the free ticket line for Shakespeare in the park. Shakespeare in the park was one of the most famous activity of New York summer. It was since 50 years ago, held at the Delacorte Theater in Central Park. To attend the performance, everyone had to get the ticket on that day of the performance. Although tickets were distributed at 1:00 P.M, people had started to line at 6:00 A.M. It was a real great show of New York, every show was attended by 1500 people at least, and it totaled over 4 millions since 1954.
When we arrived, the line was nearly a mile long, some people had been sitting on the folding chair, some had been sitting on the mat, almost everyone had snack boxes and water bottles. Some wore hats, some used umbrella to cover the sun. We stood behind a fleshy woman. She fluttered her fun continuously, sweat were rolling down on her face and neck ceaselessly.
Little Snow winked me and approached to the woman and closer to get the air form her. I pretended acting to appeal Ms. Fleshy, Little Snow bit her lower lip and showed her small fist to me. When she was always biting her lower lip, her protrude upper lip was more lovely. We laughed by looking at each other and kissed. As for a Burmese couple, kissing in front of the people was very strange at first, but we imitated quickly. As a Chinese Burmese girl, her narrow eyes are always narrower whenever she is laughing.
“Why do you like me? I'm not beautiful,” she said. She always used to say whenever we're together alone.
“You
are wrong, I don't like you, I only love you, love makes me your
everything is beautiful.”
Also, I always replied whenever she said like that. I knew that she asked me like that because she wanted to hear my words that I love her. Thus, I always used to say for her joy.
Also, I always replied whenever she said like that. I knew that she asked me like that because she wanted to hear my words that I love her. Thus, I always used to say for her joy.
After
having two hot dogs, a giant popcorn, two large cokes and two
strawberry and chocolate ice creams, the tickets were distributed at
1:00 P.M.
The
entire day of the summer in
the Central Park, we had gotten a chance to live
with the great smell of the summer scent
of the trees (even crowd
couldn't disturb it), the sounds of the squirrels and singing birds.
During the waiting time, some of men and ladies interrupted to join their group. Therefore, the people behind them were very angry and shouted. They replied that they were together and some of them were latecomers, but people couldn't accept it. Some staffs and security guards arrived and settled the situation. The group argued for their desire to watch together. As a result, authorities asked them to line up at the end again together. If you want to watch the show together with a group, come and line together for fair the people behind you.
The show would be started at 8:00 P.M, and the theater doors would be opened at 7:30 P.M. A lot of time we still had, but we didn't want to go back to Brooklyn. Therefore, we decided to wander around in Manhattan.
Times Square was crowded, shiny and hot as usual as all the times. We made window shopping in the Macy, JC penny, Forever 21 and almost all the stores we'd seen.
Little Snow changed so many dresses and modeled me, but we wouldn't buy any. Even though we liked, we couldn't. We used so much money for the air tickets. There were only five vacation days she got, she flied from San Francisco to New York. The cost of the round trip tickets were heavy burden for us. But we couldn't help to stop our desire to see each other, so we'd decided to use that money.
Approach to 7:30 P.M, we prepared to go back to Central Park, but suddenly, a summer rain fell heavily. The show was canceled. We had no chance to watch the show in that summer because Little Snow had to go back on next day.
“I still keep those tickets, even though I knew that those are useless and non-exchangeable, but you know those can remind me that I had ever had a gold of summer.”
She texted me when she was in the West Coast back.
“Oh, honey, you can have, you can have next many many gold of summer, I promise.”
“Oh, who can say, you can leave me any time, I know myself I'm not beautiful.”
How could I tell her how I was sad and felt pity for her, and I promised myself that I would never left her. I did my promise firmly. But . . . but she left me in the last summer.
“Where are you?”
“Who is with you?
She always would use to text in every hour of every day as like a pity jealous girl, but she couldn't do anymore since last June.
“I've already bought the tickets to come to you, darling. I was thrifty the whole year for that. In this summer, we should go to the Shakespeare at first.”
That was the last texts she sent me. After a few minutes sending those texts, the car that she'd taken as the carpool passenger rolled over on the freeway. The driver was safe but she and another passenger sat behind were dead on the spot by the crash of a following truck. I couldn't go to her funeral, and I wouldn't like too. Because she is still alive in my heart.
The train stops. I take off the train. Absentmindedly, I take off at the 77th station and headed to the Central Park. The snow is still falling heavily.
“I've never seen snow in my life.”
I am hearing her voice. Yes, we have no snow in our own country and also in California she lived.
“I also want to visit to the Central Park in winter, I want to see how it's beautiful in the snow.”
I enter to the park, everything is covered by snow. But I see the sun, crowd and I can smell the scent of summer, hear the sounds of singing birds and squirrels, and I see a pair of the prettiest narrow eyes and a protrude lip. “Where are you?”
“Who is with you?”
I send the texts to her despite knowing no one no longer use that number. Nothing reply. A teardrop is rolling down on my cheek. Who can say it is a winter if someone see a summer in the snow with his heart?
Aung
During the waiting time, some of men and ladies interrupted to join their group. Therefore, the people behind them were very angry and shouted. They replied that they were together and some of them were latecomers, but people couldn't accept it. Some staffs and security guards arrived and settled the situation. The group argued for their desire to watch together. As a result, authorities asked them to line up at the end again together. If you want to watch the show together with a group, come and line together for fair the people behind you.
The show would be started at 8:00 P.M, and the theater doors would be opened at 7:30 P.M. A lot of time we still had, but we didn't want to go back to Brooklyn. Therefore, we decided to wander around in Manhattan.
Times Square was crowded, shiny and hot as usual as all the times. We made window shopping in the Macy, JC penny, Forever 21 and almost all the stores we'd seen.
Little Snow changed so many dresses and modeled me, but we wouldn't buy any. Even though we liked, we couldn't. We used so much money for the air tickets. There were only five vacation days she got, she flied from San Francisco to New York. The cost of the round trip tickets were heavy burden for us. But we couldn't help to stop our desire to see each other, so we'd decided to use that money.
Approach to 7:30 P.M, we prepared to go back to Central Park, but suddenly, a summer rain fell heavily. The show was canceled. We had no chance to watch the show in that summer because Little Snow had to go back on next day.
“I still keep those tickets, even though I knew that those are useless and non-exchangeable, but you know those can remind me that I had ever had a gold of summer.”
She texted me when she was in the West Coast back.
“Oh, honey, you can have, you can have next many many gold of summer, I promise.”
“Oh, who can say, you can leave me any time, I know myself I'm not beautiful.”
How could I tell her how I was sad and felt pity for her, and I promised myself that I would never left her. I did my promise firmly. But . . . but she left me in the last summer.
“Where are you?”
“Who is with you?
She always would use to text in every hour of every day as like a pity jealous girl, but she couldn't do anymore since last June.
“I've already bought the tickets to come to you, darling. I was thrifty the whole year for that. In this summer, we should go to the Shakespeare at first.”
That was the last texts she sent me. After a few minutes sending those texts, the car that she'd taken as the carpool passenger rolled over on the freeway. The driver was safe but she and another passenger sat behind were dead on the spot by the crash of a following truck. I couldn't go to her funeral, and I wouldn't like too. Because she is still alive in my heart.
The train stops. I take off the train. Absentmindedly, I take off at the 77th station and headed to the Central Park. The snow is still falling heavily.
“I've never seen snow in my life.”
I am hearing her voice. Yes, we have no snow in our own country and also in California she lived.
“I also want to visit to the Central Park in winter, I want to see how it's beautiful in the snow.”
I enter to the park, everything is covered by snow. But I see the sun, crowd and I can smell the scent of summer, hear the sounds of singing birds and squirrels, and I see a pair of the prettiest narrow eyes and a protrude lip. “Where are you?”
“Who is with you?”
I send the texts to her despite knowing no one no longer use that number. Nothing reply. A teardrop is rolling down on my cheek. Who can say it is a winter if someone see a summer in the snow with his heart?
Aung
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