Revision: New York, New York

I just made some minor tweaks as a result of feedback from my writing group. Sorry, the blogs have been a little sparse lately, but I have a lot to write about in the coming weeks.
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New York, New York

"Now this is a city" I said among unfolding arms and boughs of snow, cradles of coffeehouses, pinnacles and triumphs and towers of glass, sprouting chimneys gracing ash, dodging into a bookstore, glasses fogged with the scent of morning roast, running my hands over the texture of words, easing open a virgin spine, and then out among cartwheeling staircases where black-bag edifices astound, into the smell of baking bread, the crumble of creme brulee, the crates of vegetables, the slit-snap of plastic restraints binding newspapers, the taste of urgency, the strangers encroaching upon our space in the rumbling mausoleum, the seismic concrete, the snowbanks piled wet with the cries of sledding, in search of warmth where escalators escalate as we weave through department stores, forests of mittens, crowded monuments, the lights descending, our eyes migrating in droves across this city of scarves whose breath in heaves awakens...