[The sky is largely clear with some wispy white clouds. There's a bit of a bite in the air, but it's warmer than it was a couple days ago. All the buildings here are tall and imposing, but none more so than the Tuning Towers. Near the ground floor they have a dramatic face and tall doors to present to passersby, a little like at the Empire State Building.
It's getting to the end of lunch hour for the business types, so purposeful foot traffic is dying down and sidewalks aren't a total crush of suits. It's still pretty crowded. Here's a class of elementary schoolers out on a field trip, gawping upwards and being herded into the building by tired teachers. Here's a small party of seniors with wristbands and an over-caffeinated tour guide. Here's a couple tourists from Florida, bundled in thick coats against the sixty-degree weather, arguing with their cell phones. City pigeons hop and scuttle underfoot after scraps, only taking noisy flight if they must.
No one else seems to notice the monotonous buzzing hum that rises above the noise of crowds and cars. No one else seems to notice the tremor. It doesn't even shake the leaves of the sad little caged trees dotted here and there.]
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It's getting to the end of lunch hour for the business types, so purposeful foot traffic is dying down and sidewalks aren't a total crush of suits. It's still pretty crowded. Here's a class of elementary schoolers out on a field trip, gawping upwards and being herded into the building by tired teachers. Here's a small party of seniors with wristbands and an over-caffeinated tour guide. Here's a couple tourists from Florida, bundled in thick coats against the sixty-degree weather, arguing with their cell phones. City pigeons hop and scuttle underfoot after scraps, only taking noisy flight if they must.
No one else seems to notice the monotonous buzzing hum that rises above the noise of crowds and cars. No one else seems to notice the tremor. It doesn't even shake the leaves of the sad little caged trees dotted here and there.]