Night, and the City IV

Night. Williams.

The city yawns as it starts to wake and stretch, and the blankets of twilight crackle with the electricity of anticipation. No memory of the day now, just the sudden rush of clarity that comes from the freedom of darkness and the fixed glare of headlights prowling the city streets, searching to and fro, restless and alive. Neon signs flash their colors flirtatiously; storefront windows look them over with a hard white stare of light. And in the background looms the mountain, granite, silent, protector of all.

May 2, 2013