Manhatten Skyline

As the moonlight reflects the gentle waters of the city river, we find ourselves running through the streets, not looking back, holding onto each other as though our lives depended upon it. Darting past Mr. Rossi's pet store, the cries of animals not yet adopted, the sweet aroma of Mrs. Brown's french bakery, where many a french loaf has been set on our dinner table. The serene sounds of the night whispering in our ears, we hide among the trees in the park. All of a sudden sirens are heard, the shrill of the sounds of the night. Fire trucks zoom past us like a bolting light surpassing the sound barrier. People are rushing down the streets, panic has occurred in this instance and we are among the crowd. A few minutes later, as the streets become tranquil, we continue on our journey into the night. As we leap onto fences our minds wander back to the peaceful waters that called to us to this magical place. Are we hiding from them? Could we be hiding from ourselves? only time will know...