Here is the night. The moon hangs heavy but is hidden by a thick fog. Bridge lights
flicker like glowing fireflies in the distance. A dampness clings, kisses skin, moistens clothes,
and miniscule drops float in the air colliding with disheveled hair. The slow drawl of the cables, the
burning odor of metal on metal, decades old, time floats in the air, moving and pushing us toward
the future, a place we cannot avoid. A horn honks in the distance, another in response, the city
crawling with life trapped in a sea of fog, here is the night.