The street lights looked brighter and more exciting, for a reason that I couldn't point out, from the 22nd floor. They looked like fireflies.
When you kept your eyes halfway open (or halfway shut if that's what you you prefer) they looked like jagged lines below. Thrilling but also slightly dangerous.
The air was crisp and our cheeks felt raw. There was a vague floral smell, like lilies and drugstore room freshener. We took pictures with the skyline behind us. The pictures were pretend candid- where you pretend to be deep in conversation or you have a faraway thoughtful look on purpose.
By this point, the concert across the street had taken to a display of fireworks. In the noisy evening, a bunch of electric pinks and greens shot into the sky and disappeared, like sparks of brilliance on dull afternoons.
When you kept your eyes halfway open (or halfway shut if that's what you you prefer) they looked like jagged lines below. Thrilling but also slightly dangerous.
The air was crisp and our cheeks felt raw. There was a vague floral smell, like lilies and drugstore room freshener. We took pictures with the skyline behind us. The pictures were pretend candid- where you pretend to be deep in conversation or you have a faraway thoughtful look on purpose.
By this point, the concert across the street had taken to a display of fireworks. In the noisy evening, a bunch of electric pinks and greens shot into the sky and disappeared, like sparks of brilliance on dull afternoons.
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