Far from 5th Avenue

[Colette Moreau]

By virtue of Colette’s last name, some doors were opened to her. The first few days in Moscow was interesting, but she was finding the need to exercise her patience. However, the jet lag made her in not a big hurry, so she was content to field messages and calls between New York, DC and Moscow from the comfort of her hotel room.

Through the buildings, she could glimpse the river beyond the skyscrapers. The hotel was in a stunning location buried among the looming skyline of Moscow City as it was. She stood at the window in a dressing robe, hair dripping wet from a recent shower, she considered the feeling in her chest. She was raised in New York City, after all. Skyscrapers lined Manhattan, and she had walked the pinnacle of many, but the city’s former grandeur was a shadow of itself. Here, in Moscow City, the grandeur blazed like the sun. It made her sad now that she beheld what Manhattan should have been. To think all this existed in Moscow. It was hard to believe the world turned into what it became. Perhaps she was beginning to comprehend why Evelyn urged her to come here. It certainly felt like the future was here.

The jet lag was easing by then, so she dressed and readied herself to do some exploring.