Outlines of monuments and the splendor of the tall entrancing bridges,
Illuminated by the the endless streaks of headlights and the fluorescent glow of lampposts,
Accented by the flickering red dots in the distance,
Compose the panorama she breathes in as she stands aloft her throne.
The quiet murmur of running engines,
And the occasional voices carried over by the slight breeze,
Along with the periodic drone of the passing airplanes
reveal vivacity despite the late hour.
And here she stands, on top of the building
Taking in every detail and aspect of the small world that lay before her.
A raw emotion bleeds out of her soul, fills her being and shakes her body.
The night is picturesque,
The moment is perfect.