The air is cool and crisp.
Strolling down the steep sidewalk, I wonder how much longer it will be till the excitement wears off.
The bits and pieces of the city as I know it breathe several blocks down, soaking peacefully in a fluffy fog wrapped over and around the street lights – the ones that aren’t yet turned off. The velvety hills breathe down my neck, promising more sun very soon. Remnants of the night mist sparkle over the pavement and under my dry boots.
It’s clear up here. The carefree stars shine through the indigo sky. No more clouds to blur my vision. Seeing the beauty from all the way up here is really a piece of cake.
Where have I been?