The wind is the beholder of choice. All walks of life follow the path that takes one to the invisible truth that is but the very truth that is invisible like wind and life.
Under the sun, the grand line of streets follows the narrow path. One must take, is but a ride one must travel in the city. The very few woken in the time of cold and falling leaves of fall.
It could be seen by the many lines of cars. Red, black, blue, and white, like rows of wheat ready to fare the dime of one's self and take a ride. Many lay sleeping in the street, and many walk with few among the many and many among the few. Some watch the artists of the street who sing and dance to the beats of drums and stone. Few sing for the few, but all gather like a family to dine. Who dines for dinner and dessert.
Ash followed Aurora with it they traveled the streets of New York like birds they were quick, they knew the path one must take to move around the busy street, the dally of the petals made noise, and the sight of the two was seen only for a little, for their speed was too great.
The boy looked at the girl as they traversed, wondering how he got here and how much she had done to better him in the dull world he had lived in before. The more he "followed" her the more he felt something, she was strange in the way she looked at the world and her love for it looking at everything as if it was made for love.
She looked at the darkness as if it was the path to light, she looked at the dead trees with no hope as a chance to be born again she looked at the flys the bugs that eat the very dirt we lay down as a gift from god for it lives to better the world, she looked at the rats that borough in the homes eating away the layers of foundation that man has built, only as creatures that have lost their homes to man.
She said "If a man has brought the very destruction to himself then he must pay, the cost, he must pay, for we live in the very darkness we have built around ourselves and know that we are the fault for are own madness and our own death"
The more he followed her the less he felt sure. He began to question more of the world and its mysteries.
Ash was that of shadow as he followed Aurora. A Grand city of buildings of high and low.