The passing breeze whispers through my hair.
The temperature slowly cools and leaves a chill in the air.
I sit, feet dangling over this over pass and stare out at city lights.
I love to watch the sunset dissipate at dusk, the colors mix with orange and whites.
The birds faintly glide through the shadows as I sit in bliss.
it amazes me that the sky can be such a great artist, or that any of this exists.
By: Roxanna Johnson