Downtown.

It's the sound of rushing cars, and talking people. 

It's the smell of fresh baked bread, and coffee beans.

It's the stale city breeze, and the shade of sky scrapers.

It's the patches of blue sky, and little kids skipping on brick side walks.

It's seeing reflections of yourself in store mirrors.

It's the rich and the poor blending in crowds of people.

It's the sunset against glass and pavements.

It's city parks with worn benches and pigeons on the grass. 

It's different languages, accents and people all meeting in one place.

It's feeling of excitement and the breath of the city whispering faster, faster, faster. 

It's bare trees rising from concrete.

It's laughter ringing in the though the sounds of cars and words.

It's the downtown. 

-Carli