The birds flew overhead. The helicopters circled. The sky stained dusky pink and orange and blue and yellow. The bridge lights twinkled. The lights across the water beginning to shine brighter and brighter. And there I was, watching it all happen. Watching a whole city turn its lights on.
The city that never sleeps is a lie. I’ve been out there at 9am looking for somewhere to go. It sleeps. But clearly not at night.
Not my city. Not my state. California is those things for me. But New York City has its charm. It has its moments. It has the city lights that remind me of my insignificance; and of the turn of events and life that led me here. Watching the sky turn pitch black but a whole city light up.