The Mighty Metropolis: A Sunset Stroll Over The Bridge

I gaze at the mighty metropolis as it sits upon an unforgettable Hudson River horizon. Overcast skies lay across the top of dark blue and black waters. In the distance, cotton candy clouds float through the slightest tint of the palest pink I've ever seen. The brightest star in the sky burned steady and patient as it slowly set. On the banks of New Jersey, foliage filled cliffs scream back at the towering steel structures that scrape away sections of the sky. With a broken camera on my phone the only thing left to do is write.. to take creative notes of this truly breathtaking view. Standing, suspended thousands of feet over a frigid Hudson River on a massive stretch of steel and concrete has my spine stiffened straight. It's almost overwhelming at times, to walk across the bridge at sunset. To look over the edge. As I reach the island of Manhattan, I'm greeted by a few pairs of tennis courts, besides them lay a snakelike set of railroad tracks. Trains transport millions of human beings in and out of the mighty metropolis. Next to them are the various on and off ramps of the West Side highway, straight ahead apartment buildings with clusters of fire escapes and rooftops sit. The view is nothing new to them. Now the sky is a pinkish orange. It sits in layers and acts as a backdrop to the skyline that I seem to love so much. As the sky falls and shadows fade to black, the city lights turn on by the thousands. They glow throughout the youthful night sky like fireflies on a summer night upstate.