Night Lights on the Railing

I scrambled from the plant pot right up onto the flat metal ledge of the balcony railing. Night had crept in, and the street below was buzzing with moving car headlights and glowing neon shop signs. Sitting cross-legged with my hands resting on my knees, I looked out over the whole shimmering scene. The city lights cast a pinkish glow against the metal beside me, matching my headphones perfectly. It felt like watching an entire concert from the front row.