It is said that young love burns like brushfire and old love like oak; a simple saying rendering old love forever superior--but what if that oak is rotted? What if the oak is old, decaying and wet and the brush is dry, brittle and clean? ... Across the sea I could hear the taxis, the talking, and the bustling energy of New York and knew it was where I had to go. ... A song whose notes flowed like the paint strokes of God. ... My mind flashed with old memories. ...

• Word Count: 1483
• Approx Pages: 6
• Grade Level: High School