the lost man chronicles
67. metropolis enlightening
There's something quite serene inherent in taking in the horizon of a city still asleep, twinkling street lights waiting anxiously to expire with the approaching dawn, with its thousand alarms sounding and the ensuing communal yawn.
There's something quite inviting involved in being awake, gliding into the City, without a hitch, an hour before daybreak.
There's something quite assuring traveling undercover of twilight's shadow, encroaching upon the marquee of the City's ominous row of black towers, its executive powers yet lying in slumber, imposing no commercial threat upon me.
Yes, there's something quite alluring about this remiss absence of light, if only to brightly declare how I wander alone.
merciless beauty .66 68. purple-pink skies