Ithaca, New York

Through my eyes, you see the beauty and magic of Ithaca, New York.
Through my eyes you watch as Cayuga Lake’s deep blue surface shimmers, and as gentle waves lap softly against the rocky shore. Lush hills roll along forever, fading into the distance and hosting multiple shades and hues of green. A delicate blue hereon lifts his head to the rising sun, his long legs holding his body away from the water’s cool touch, before he takes off into the pink sky. A loon’s eerie cry floats miles before disappearing only to resume again many minutes later.

Through my ears, you hear the sound of wild life—the chirping of birds, the buzzing of bees and flies, the silent flutter of a butterfly landing on a flower, and the delicate presence of the humming bird.

What I love about Ithaca, is every day when I wake up, the sound of birds greet me. I know that New York City is considered one of the best places in New York, but when you think about it, the crowded buildings and lack of trees is not the most appetizing to ones’ “country” appetite. In Ithaca, there is much space between the houses in your neighborhood, and large trees of every type line the roads.

Ithaca has been my home since I was born, and through my eyes and heart it is a grand place to be with those you love and respect.

Alicia L

Submitted: Friday 25th June 2004, 2:46 PM

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