It was late (I guess). The sun was setting and the sky was clear as you could see the pink, yellow, and orange hues shine through. That's pretty late for me. I took a picture.
I got in my car and I drove. And drove. And drove. I rolled down the window, sticking my head out and screamed. This startled another driver next to me. Young looking man in his 20's. He was clean. I took a picture.
His eyes were the size of plates when I came back to sitting down (Poor thing). He asked what I was doing and I replied with, "Living". I felt free. And the city reflected that. I took a picture. As cars flew by, so did the time.
The once brightly lit sky with warm colors of the setting sun was now being overcome with the night's dark blues and twinkling white lights. The city was now truly alive. In the sky and on the ground, everything came to life. I took a picture.
The city lights, the night sky, the people, the places, they were all alive. At this, I turned up my tunes and drove. I got some speed and...

The End