A 15th story apartment. Hardwood, leather couches,
  house plants, and huge abstract paintings. Smell of
  marijuana & incense, dim lights, glittering city in
  every direction.

    Feel the city breathe. Watch blood flow through
  its veins, headlights glaring. The street below looks
  like a diorama.

    There are few stars in the sky, the advancing clouds
  blot them out with dirty orange light. Standing on the
  balcony, thoughts filled with images of flying. Falling.
  Picture just leaning forward and letting go. Feel the
  wind rushing past. Just let go. Fly. ->