Below me, the lights of Tokyo wink in the night like eyes in the forest.Back to top >>ThursdayRAIN splashing against my hotel window wakes me at dawn.
At night multicolored beams illuminate the Horseshoe Falls, the American Falls and the churning waters below, while the lights of Buffalo are visible to the south and those of Toronto to the north.
In the night plane coming back to my city, below me the lights of New York appeared, forming their own constellations, testimony to a manmade world confident of its future.
As we ascended the snowy white peaks seemed to be an iridescent white below the light of the moon, which now appeared to almost be eye level to us.
Though later when we sit in a bar and drink, the brightest lights of all the lights in the city below us are the lights of Arruda where Santa are playing and I wonder if there is fighting down below or whether our new friends are keeping things in order.
Walk directly below the lighting on the top level of the room and jump onto the green supports below the piping.
From the summit, at night, one can see the lights of Los Angeles below — green, yellow, red, blue — shimmer and tremble to the horizon: a wondrous, futuristic, incomprehensible electronic marvel that glitters, shivers, changes constantly.
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From the summit, at night, one can see the lights of Los Angeles below green, yellow, red, blue shimmer and tremble to the horizon: a wondrous, futuristic, incomprehensible electronic marvel that glitters, shivers, changes constantly.
