The sound of my high heels greeting the pavement below with each hurried step slowed as I looked up to see a moment of romanticism and wander in a city filled with orderly chaos. A sea of people poured out of the late show of “O”, I too was one amongst the masses. Surrounded by people in different degrees of happiness; some in a joyful state of booze induced bliss, some giddy from flirtations of a newfound love and still some unaware of the moment instead just existing while lost somewhere else within their own head. Through clouds of both real and fake cigarette smoke that encroached the scent of my perfume, I managed to work my way out of the school of people whom were all moving in one direction. In a quiet spot away from the rest I stopped to look through the lens and snap a photograph. I found beauty in the surroundings of man-made creations that faithfully stand still and quietly observe the world unfolding around them.
I was lost for a moment in my own world.