Couples held hands. Groups of friends lingered, catching the view and beckoning their friends to photograph them. Parents guided their kids on bikes as they glided through the pavement.
Such was the night’s atmosphere as I strolled on the waterfront.
From across the river, the city skyscrapers’ white and blue and red lights shimmered on the river.
The air was crisp but not bitter.
It was the New Year. And I beheld it with visions of new adventures.
A twilight of dreams I never wanted to let go.