My head's in the clouds
Literally.
I cannot see anything out my window but a vast sea of whiteness. It's like being wrapped in a shroud. Even the Trump Building, which is just across the street, is invisible.
If I look down toward the street, I can start seeing things around the 30th story or so. But up here, it's like we're on our own.
I cannot see anything out my window but a vast sea of whiteness. It's like being wrapped in a shroud. Even the Trump Building, which is just across the street, is invisible.
If I look down toward the street, I can start seeing things around the 30th story or so. But up here, it's like we're on our own.

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