I. Day
Welcome to the city.
Here the sky is not turquoise but a thin screen of gray smog. Within the walls of its monochromatic buildings and skyscrapers, people appear to be streaks of black and gray ink. The people in the sidewalk parade to their respective offices while others chase down yellow cabs.
The green Starbucks logo shouts to everyone to get their morning latte or ebony-black espresso. A mischievous white poodle, strangled with his leash, sprays the devil-red fire hydrant by the corner with his blessings.
II. Dusk
From grey pavements to an orange sunset kissed with a bashful pink.
A heavy midnight blue curtain is draped from the heavens, a mild purple caresses the horizon. In the evening the city is not the city. From a rusty black-and-white television set it transforms into Las Vegas. Every rose turns fuchsia, every tower is coated with brilliance.
The silent streets are filled with the cars' headlights and every building participates in the captivating display of lights that enamors the soul. The waters mirror the vibrant hues of the city, scaring away the phantoms of grief.
Everyone celebrates before the morning seeps back in, painting everything back to gray.
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