Mallard Ducks in Central Park - by Grace Dai - Dewdrops

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What fun in flock mentality!

One of the admirable traits of snow is its silent speed. I went to bed one Saturday night skeptical of the once-a-decade snowfall warnings, only to wake up feeling like my room was an alcove hidden behind a rushing waterfall of snow from the sky. The snow came down in predictable pulses. The clouds tried to hold each crystal in, but when the burden of many became too heavy, they’d let them all rush out at once. Similar to the way the wind shapes waves crashing on a shore, the wind would sweep the cascading snow in spirals down towards 57th street, pushing snow into one direction over the…

Mallard Ducks in Central Park - by Grace Dai - Dewdrops

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