On City Life and Structure

Is it harder to find beauty within the confines of metropolitan dependence? Or so this thought occurred to me as I sat overlooking the ocean and all its mysteries; the moon was nearly full and the stars were seldom. The atmosphere of night, however, was unusually slate blue with pulsating glowish undertones—this my friends, was attributed to the large and luxurious water front hotel franchise as it imposed its harsh and unnatural light onto the beach. The apparatus that was responsible was secured atop the multi-story complex; it even went so far as to blend in with the moonlight and therefore disrupting the natural order of things.

So there Ally and I sat, piecing together a trapped ocean under the persecution from the most severe and police looking search lights. The moon and its almost grand nature was no longer a beacon symbolic of eternity and change, but rather was shrunk down to equate the reflection of a small candle flame. The glow was meager at best. The tragedy arose from the hotel and its searchlights that were strategically directed onto the water and its crashing ocean sounds, almost as if omitting a perfect moon shadow year round, regardless of its purposeful phases. Surely the artificial moon light is ideal for the hotel’s seasonal guests in search of the most authentic places to vacation.
How lovely.