Downtown

Downtown is cold and wet tonight, I pull my hood close as if to be completely surrounded.
With our stomachs filled with pizza and drink, Charlie and I make our way down the brick-laid paths.

Shops were closed and empty, although there were a few close to closing. Bathrooms were locked, and there were few places to seek warmth.

This is my city. Whether I raised it, or it I, that is of least importance. My city sleeps tonight. Soundly. Cozily. Falls Park is lit up brightly by the Christmas tree, which lights the area like a bonfire on a deserted island.

I take down my hood and feel the rain. My hair, which was pointed, now lays flat. And although I want to be warm and dry, I feel alive and wouldn't have it any other way.

This is my city. My city desires to feel my touch, like a last resort in a hostage situation. My city feels my warmth. Charlie and I continue on into the night, never knowing what awaits next.