it’s twilight and it’s like time has stopped moving. the sky is a myriad of colours shining down on the city and we don’t deserve this light. it’s too beautiful, too good, too pure for this world, but everyone knows that as they stare into the endless stretch of horizon, mischievously glimmering in the harbour. a sense of peace settles under a glimpse of promised paradise and a collective breath of relief dissipates into the air. slowly, collected and calm again, lights start to blink awake and the mountains melt into murk.