All of the Lights

The crisp, cool night air is the perfect early autumn evening. As I turn my head upwards the daylight dims to an indigo sky. I peer around me— people are going about oblivious. They’re focused on their destination, whereas I’m standing there amidst all of them. They’re my destination. People, buildings and lights are everywhere. Everywhere is my destination. I look up again. The lights become the beautiful daylight. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, savoring the taste of the chill. Time doesn’t stop for anyone. The changing sky is moving. People are moving. It’s bustling city nightlife. I think, Wow, this is NYC.

This entry was posted in Ekphrasis Three. Bookmark the permalink.