Up late. Sleepless. Missing MN.

It was in that moment when the last rays of sunset stretch along the horizon like a gash of vivid, dying fire between the blackness of the earth and the deep resounding blue of the twilight sky that the city came into view. Drawn upon the night in a disciplined array of sharp silhouettes and tiny lighted squares it leapt out of the darkened landscape, suffused with that peculiar glow at once harsh and warmly beckoning: man made light.