Creative piece

The Rays of Grand Central Station

It was just another day for the citizens of New York. Nothing seemed different, nothing exciting to be witnessed. But for those arriving and leaving the city from one of the most glorious train stations in the world, there was absolute beauty.

The  mostly clear and sunny day had sparked a light show inside of the train station. Peeking through the windows, rays of lights could be identified flowing onto the floor and almost seemingly through the floor. As people started to walk in they let out long, astonished gasps at gods light. The usual bustling and noisy Grand Central Station was now quiet, its occupants marveling at the sight. Just like Christmas not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Absolute silence.

As the day moves on, clouds pass over the sun, casting shadows that seem to play with the people. Soon enough kids started chasing them around in almost a dance. It seemed as if they were able to communicate movements with the clouds because of the patterns they were moving in. 

When day went to dusk and dusk went to night, many people wanting the trains out  of  New York decided to stay. They were too distracted as the lights went on all day until the sun decided to rest itself. That night news spread like a wild fire, all over the city at the marvelous thing that happened at Grand Central Station. So many different stories from so many different people.

Passing over time,  the years go on and the story begins to thin out. From the thousands and thousands of people it was whisked away, going along with those who were dying with the story. Just when there was only a handful of people and all was almost lost, a picture appeared. It was a picture from that long lost day. It was all people needed to feel what the people there felt. You could see it. You could almost feel the things there. You could almost smell the smells there. You could almost hear the sounds there. You could have almost been in that picture.