I'm in love with the hustle and bustle of the city.
I love being around people, being around noise, being around a place where there is always something going on.
And as much as I enjoy
sand-filled beaches and enchanted forests and grassy stone henges...
There is nothing quite like
the satisfaction of looking out the window and finding enormous skyscrapers scattered around to fill a skyline.
The city is beautiful in the mornings.
It's all just so wonderful: the sound of the coffee maker, the fog hugging the buildings, the soft rhythm of people's footsteps on the concrete as they hurry to their next destination.
Cities almost feel invisible in the mornings
as strangers dash here and there, without a care for the world outside their own.
And the afternoons are comfortable
with the curious pigeons, the gratification of finding a new pizzeria joint and becoming friends with the server, the excitement as the day winds down and as people make their evening plans.
Cities liven up a bit in the afternoon...
But only just.
The night is the best part of the day.
whether that be spent eating out at a well-known restaurant, or perhaps with a lover in a stroll around the well-lit Central Park. Or maybe just at home, in the cozy apartment, eating ice cream.
The city really comes alive then.
I live in a smaller city.
It's not very green, and its downtown area is scarce.
And as much as I love my home, I often think...
Oh, how I miss the city!